HE IGNORED HER RESISTANCE, shouldering instead the despondency manifested from tensing muscles and curved structure, sheltered with frail limbs a chest that did not welcome the embrace enforced. Refusing to let her go, he kept her enveloped in the warmth he could yield, repeating in a whisper a tender endearment seldom articulated, no matter who would receive it, no matter who deserved it. ❝ You’re not alone, baby… ❞ What genesis caused such suffering, it was loathed in a whole barbaric level and hence silent and ludicrous promises perforated his mind, being fueled by the sudden sound of her cry. His whole heart wrecked when the cacophony of her cry devoured the silence.
He did not measure the strength imposed, tightening her in the embrace she formerly refused, nestling his nose in the sand of her hair whilst trying to maintain his composer and vehemently denying the despair setting in his core. He did not know what to do, did not know what was necessary to cease the pain, to replace it with the contentment she often exhibited before him — and albeit the tender term escaped his tiers countless times, she did not grasp the tranquillity he tried to present. Hence, he retreated his hands when hers limbs wrapped around him — cupping her cheeks to observe the tragic visage — such a foolish, yet necessary act.
It hurt him so much and there was no shame in demonstrating upon the countenance what he felt, features altering to accommodate the impotence he bore each day. Trails of her droplets cascaded from the fount of her eyes, an elegant performance amidst the chaos it embraced — she was a natural beauty, a rare gem veiled with pointless attires, pointless maquillage. ❝ I’m here… Everything is alright. I’m here… ❞ Syllables were repeated whilst the soft pad of his thumbs swept off the lines of her tears and he lowered still, to have tiers pressing upon the corner of her beauteous eyes, kissing away those droplets threatening to fall.
Exhaustion settled in, he felt her body relaxing the longer delved in his own tenderness. He found the opportunity to lift her up and carry her to her room, taking note of the small cat curled up at the very end of her bed. So cautiously, he deposited her on the middle, covering her petite frame with the blanket she had previously nestled with. ❝ Did you eat anything today? ❞ He was inclining onto her, propping his torso with one arm whilst the other was having digits carding through her hair; not insisting on what was happening, knowing that she would eventually open up to him — if she really wanted to. ❝ I’m not leaving until I’m certain you are alright. ❞
sturdy arms envelop the petite for in an embrace which fail to deliver comfort to the soul or psyche. spurning and scorning hearkened by the tone of her voice when he picks her up -- it creates such immense disgruntlement and indignation within her body that had she not been too scared to fall down from his grasp, then she would have proceeded with her frantic angered demands to put her down.
this type of recalcitrant disinclination shall bring her down to her own destruction. pain that is engendered by unheralded grounds she cannot pry into for the more she endeavors the deeper the wounds are opened -- she knows that this type of pique and petulance will solely become her own demise. the hindrance to felicity or at the very least a ( scare ) sense of equanimity is something which cannot be obtain when bitterness fills her mouth, but it is so vehement and forcible that whenever she endeavors oh so strenuously to battle and capitulate it against the will to finally breathe properly... the taste of iron fills her mouth from within, as if she’s bit onto the tongue and the blood now splurges into the mouth.
❛ i’m not a baby, stop it. ❜ she claims after prolonged moments of utter quietude that settles between them, amidst the bemusement and taciturnity. more so than perplexity in the gander there is rancor and embitterment arising within -- koeun knows that she cannot push him away like she always does to everyone. she is aware that the moment she does, she is going to lose him just as much as she’s lost so many dear ones in the past. however, it is inevitable not to become so querulous and exasperated as if he’s affronted her by his stubbornness. she claimed it was none of his business to meddle within -- none of his matters to become solicitous towards for it did not concern him and yet, he comes into her apartment as a knight of a white horse to sway her and swoon her into a nestle of his embrace. who is he ? how dare he ? ❛ go away, jackson. ❜ no honorifics nor fondness in the tone of voice -- simply, his name rolls of her tongue and it becomes so gelid, there is no room for solace. ❛ i told you to go away. ❜
dolefulness is not a ravishing sight to evince on her facade. a girl who habitually is quite concerned with a beauteous appearance now feels completely neglected and unsightly for the deprivation of slumber lugs under her eyes and the exhaustion of a crestfallen stream of tears causes her to look sickly. he is too close and the proximity is discomfiting -- this is a sight she does not sanction him to witness and so, she turns over to cover majority of her face with the blanket and lay on her side. coldness in her aura, as she dares not cry again -- her back turned to him. ❛ i don’t want to see you. ❜
