a little piece for "Motion Sickness", the short story I currently write based on This Song..
Horner could imagine her walking alone in the crowd. With her
look and family reputation, it’s not hard for her to convince people who don’t
care that she has someplace to go, someone to talk to, and something that
required her attention. He could imagine her wearing her business suits,
walking as she divide the sea of crowd to make way. Desperately trying to get
nowhere. It could be a perfect façade, not only to fool people, but also to
fool herself. Even if it’s just for a short moment.
He couldn’t bear to imagine that this beautiful creature has
to endure a large amount of empty feeling.
Drowning in the thought as dark as the room he is in, Horner
curled himself against her, trying to at least ease the feeling that suddenly burden
his heart so much, he felt the pain started to feel physical. As if his heart
actually burnt and he’s too helpless to put out the fire. He snuggled her,
closing his eyes and hopelessly trying to make as much body contact as he
possibly could. His childish mind wishes that that much body contact could make
transferring pain possible, because he would really love to share that kinda
pain, if it’s what it takes to unbreak her and ease her lifetime pain. Even
just for a little. But of course, he couldn’t make it happen. No amount of
willpower could make it possible.
Horner closed his eyes, kissing her cheek gently. Once, twice,
then the third time. He didn’t even bother to let go. Horner decided that if he
couldn’t take some of the pain, he would just give this beauty so much. Even
beyond his ability to love. He would love her again and again and again, until
maybe, just maybe, his love could be enough to even out the pain she bore her
whole life, and for the days to come.
Human could only love so much, Horner thought. But he
promised himself that he wouldn’t give up on her.
