A story based on a flash fiction prompt I was given that really inspired me :)

I watched from the window, Baekho down by the park. Young love, it should have been sweet. It wasn’t. His arms around another’s – hadn’t I seen this all before? Only with one key difference. Baekho had never been holding another man before. A first. A first that shouldn’t have been with whoever that was, a first, if ever to occur should have been…with me.

The boy I didn’t know, didn’t want to know, with the bleached and dyed red hair, clinging to Baekho, hands sliding up each other’s backs in an embrace. I drank the next sip of my raspberry tea with trembling hands, burning my tongue and coughing. Eyes smarting, soon turning to real tears, I watched. They kissed. Soft, gentle, as ever Baekho was with new flames. So sickly sappy and sweet I felt the bile rising in my throat.

Settling by the slow, trickling stream, dangling the feet in the river as lovers were prone to do. A cliché. I wondered how he could feel, how he couldn’t feel the pain I did. A task we had so often done with one another, splashing, playing, children at heart – no longer. The delicate china cup grasped in trembling pale fingers crashed to the floor. Red water so like blood, splattered across the white rug – teacup so much shattered glass. I knelt, fingers softly trying to sweep the shards into a pile, seeing through blurred eyes. Startled from the sharp, sudden, physical pain to accompany the mental anguish, I lifted my finger. A single pinprick, a single drop of oozing crimson, dripped down to join the messy pile.

I was done with all of this.

~~Several Years Ago~~ ((There's a gap here for a shorter scene involving them when they were little, so if it doesn't mesh well that's why - I just feel this part gives a better example of how the story's going to go))

One night when I was sixteen he indulged in my fantasies, something he would be regretting very soon. He gave me hope, and then tore it away. Gave me every intimate desire I had ever cherished deep inside myself, and then expected everything to be back to normal the next morning. He thought my demon satiated, but the he had only fueled the fire for the monster to roar for more, more, more….

“Ren! Look what I got!” Baekho triumphantly ripped a paper bag away from a bottle of…vodka.

“Where’d you get that?” I asked disinterestedly, combing my hair before we got on with our sleepover. My mother was out of town, so Baekho had offered to come over and keep me company, as he often did.

“One of the boys at school –“

“You haven’t been getting involved with the Fei, are you?” I twirled around in my chair, hairpin to hold my hair back for sleeping clasped in my hand, startled and worried.

“No, no of course not!”  I narrowed my eyes in suspicion,

“If you are lying to me, I will make your life miserable – as you know I can,” I threatened lowly and he had the good sense to look worried, setting down the bottle and reaching to scratch the back of his head nervously,

“No, Ren, not lying to you, sheesh, no need to repeat eighth grade again.”

“Who’d you get if from then?”

“Aron!”

“Oh him,” I scoffed, “Hardly any better but at least he’s not set on starting up the school’s first gang –“

“He’s not that bad Ren!” Baekho shut his mouth quickly as I leveled ‘the look’ straight at him.

“He called me a girl!”

“Everyone calls you a girl – you encourage it!”

“Oh, just give me that,” I snarled, snatching the bottle from his hands

A/N: Reading the prompt for Water, I got the sense of extreme regret. That the character was committing a crime of passion, but at the same time fully aware of what they were doing. They weren’t doing it for revenge, but for peace at heart. They weren’t regretting their crime, they didn’t even think of it as murder or anything of the sort, but of an end to something that had never even started. A calm and yet impulsive plan to stop them from causing pain ever again. I wanted to write this story as a kind of flashback but with real time moments as the character makes their decision to end two lives, and possibly a third.

Hopefully everybody likes this! It will have a depressing ending (probably, depending) but there will be a sequel or something to make up for it (probably, depending). I really didn't plan to do anything else until I finished up my other two on-going stories, but then I got all inspired >.< I even had plans for the next story, but I guess I got...distracted :P *sighs*

This is for: Karma's Second Writing Contest

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