Someone else
Sincerely, Your CupidL.Joe's POV
The nights that passed were always silent. It wasn't because we didn't want to talk to one another, but because we didn't know what to say. Chanhee wanted to give comfort that I didn't accept, because it was no use. Nothing could change the fact that I am who I am, and I was who I was. And I was a monster.
That's how I perceived the self I didn't know, anyway.
Every night after that one, I settled myself on the window sill as if it were my home, and because Cupids didn't require sleep to survive, I watched the darkness swallow the moon as the sun emerged from the horizon. All night, every night, as Chanhee was fast asleep.
But there was something off about those nights, something that even the eye could not distinguish.
I couldn't see it either, but I felt it, in the air that engulfed the silence.
I felt it strongly, but I didn't know what it was.
But it was there, every night.
And I knew one thing related to it.
It was evading Chanhee's figure.
He was awake, I was almost sure of it. Like most nights, he stayed awake until midnight or past. But I knew that it wasn't because he refused sleep from invading his body, it was because something deep under his skin was preventing him from being able to.
It was his loneliness.
But again, I didn't know how I knew this about him, I just did. And I didn't know how I was able to figure this out about him, I just did. And that's why I would not let myself witness his silent suffering, not anymore.
He was dying inside unnoticed for far too long now.
My body lifted itself off of the surface of the window sill, my wings moving ever so slightly, just enough to defy gravity's intentions. Speechlessly, I glided over to his bedside, hovering over the still figure. I wasn't able to make out the features of his face, but I could sense his eyes floating over towards me. He was awake, and he wasn't fooling anyone.
Not me, anyway.
The aura was now more evident than ever, penetrating deep into my soul, and filling up the hollow heart I carried. It was as if it was controlling me, almost urging me to shove the haunting atmosphere away from suffocating the human I was forced to look after.
It has caused him enough pain.
My body escaped from my control and acted on its own, gently dropping itself on Chanhee's laying form. There was a gasp of surprise that drew from the boy's lips as I let my hands hold him, tightly, as if he was falling into death's neverending abyss, almost like a cling. Even though his body stiffened from my touch, the lonely sensation had lifted, and I knew that he knew.
I knew that he had felt it wash away from his being, because his muscles seemed to soon relax, most likely out of relief, but he was calmed either way.
His unsteady breathing was the only song playing softly against my ear as I kept my embrace on him. It had somehow become soothing to my mind, and my heart.
Although, It was the only noise breaking the motionless silence.
Because I could not breathe like him.
And I could not feel like him.
Because I was nothing like him.
But I didn't need to be anything like him to know that
he no longer felt lonely.
He must've felt grateful instead, considering he had returned the embrace I pushed upon him, inching his fingers around my back before they softly poked at my wings. At that moment, he quickly drew them back a few centimeters out of instinct, I'm guessing. But his fingers rested on my back again after he regained his consciousness.
But we said nothing, nothing at all.
Because I felt what he wanted to say. And all that ran through his mind were questions, yet he knew the answers I would give him. Because he knew that I knew. And what I knew was his loneliness.
So we just remained that way, for the rest of the night, at least, until he drifted into a deep slumber. At that moment, I withdrew from him, letting him rest peacefully.
It was evident now that there was something off about me.
There might've always been.
I thought someone else's thoughts.
And my actions weren't mine either.
It was as if my body wasn't under my control anymore.
Even though I didn't behave like myself,
I still felt like myself.
Like this other part of me
was me as well.
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A/N: *Hey guys! So I was thinking about making a comic based on this story? I was unsure, but I wanted to get everyone's input. Of course, I'll still update this one faster than the comic and such, but yeah. ( But if I were to draw the comic, they would be terribly different from one another because I happen to like comics that are somewhat funny, and this story isn't really comical. omfg ) ANYWAY, I LOVE YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT ON THIS STORY AND THE NICE COMMENTS AND SUCH ;A; THANK YOU! <3
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