Echoes Of Silence

© 2012 All rights reserved. Please respect my wishes and do not repost this fan fiction anywhere without my written consent.

Genre: Action, Drama, Romance

Rating: PG-13 (this rating is subject to change)

Status: Ongoing

Disclaimer

With respect to the gasoos, this fan fiction does not reflect them in real life. Their names have simply been borrowed for this story. All events are fictional and figments of the author’s imagination; any similarities to other media works are coincidence.

Author's Note

As the poster hints it, this fan fiction was inspired by Hyuna & Hyunseung's "Troublemaker", but only just. Various other ideas have risen from movies I have watched or music that I heard which have immediately triggered the idea for "Echoes Of Silence". Do not, however, carry the idea of "Troublemaker" too heavily in your mind for I have tweaked the fan fiction and adjusted it to suit my original invisionment in regards to how this may turn out. I hope you will thoroughly enjoy this fan fiction as much as I enjoy planning it and writing it!

PROLOGUE | OLD FRIEND

The ice pellets hit the bruised and bloodied skin of her exposed arms mercilessly as they reached the ground at speeds higher than expected but what did it matter? For physical pain was nothing compared to the breathtaking grip that overtook her frail heart.

She was standing close to the edge now- or rather, she had been for quite a while now but she was too blind to see it- and the threat of her falling increased with each second. But what did it matter if she held herself up here to take the bullet or fall backwards? Her fate was already written for her and the final chapter in the book life was writing for her was slowly closing. It was all against one. Oh, how unfair and bitterly cruel this match was. Even there, just words away from the final sentence in this invisible book of hers, she felt ashamed for her loss. This was no longer her match and her territory was foully stepped upon.

But if they were foul, what was she?

An unscrupulous puppet that played along to this charade just perfectly and this was how it was ending: her alone, with their backs turned as she was taking her last breaths. Ruthlessly, her mind’s eye produced images that tormented her as tears lined her exhausted almond shapes eyes that were once lively and attractive.

There were so many things she had done in this short life of hers and so many places she had seen. Each one carried a special meaning to her no matter how devastating her actions were there; they were the puzzle pieces that would lead to her completed, planned future. She had it all there and the possibilities were endless. Life, however, had a beginning and an end. Inwardly, she longed for just a little longer, just another chapter even if it would be a short epilogue.

The shortest possible one if it meant her seeing her beloved for one last time.

But you’re miles away. You’re miles away and you have my heart, my soul, my life.

Did you realize without you by my side, I would be willing to welcome Death like an old friend?

Old friend... But Death was not ‘like’ an old friend. Death had always been an old friend for it had knocked on her door, disturbing her peace so many times she had lost count. And this was it- finally. Death has had enough and decided to pay its last visit. This time, it was her turn to pay Death a visit home but this one did not include a return. Third time lucky had ticked away for her.

The small ear piece buzzed and she twitched a little making the bearer of her Death smirk contently. Incoherent words or noises made her eardrums vibrate, the sound bugging her- everything was suddenly too loud and too bright for her to handle. She held her ground and made futile attempts at wishing for another tomorrow in whatever shape or form it came.

Her bottom lip trembled violently and her knees finally gave in. A cry of pure despair escaped her lips and she struggled to cope with an older wound that tore at her skin just moments before she was cornered. Was it really going to end like this? Was her pride being stepped on so unrightfully?

Is this how she would just give up on her?

How she would give up on him?

Her eyes were heavy and her lids closed as her tongue glided across her cracked, bleeding lips. She could not taste him for he had been replaced by the salty, metallic taste of her own blood and the only touch she could feel against her fingertips was the cold concrete and the metallic handle of her empty gun. It wasn’t until she pictured his smile and his laughter, his liveliness and his soft voice that her body gave up trembling so harshly. How she wished for another tomorrow...

The clicking sound of perfectly polished shoes approaching her woke her up from her temporary daze and a heavy kick to her face threw her back against the ledge. It cut in her back at such sudden speed that she gasped out loud due to the sudden loss of air.

“Goodbye, Miss Son.”

Fighting back would be futile.

Trying to reach him would never be possible.

This was it.

The clicking sound of the gun was too familiar with her: Death rung the doorbell; the breathtaking grip now surrounded her entire self: Death was welcoming her in its arms.

Click.

The trigger was pulled: Death had lead her out of her house.

“I love you...”