hyunseung-stretto:

H-Hey…don’t cry. Please don’t cry. 

-he’s starting to panic. the pain in his chest is swelling into anger, and that anger is radiating out to his arms and legs, tingling down into his fingers and toes. his body is thrumming with an anxious energy, and he doesn’t want his suspicions confirmed because he knows he’ll do something stupid for you. he knows, as each tear that stains the fabric of his shirt confirms it again and again-

Did he hurt you? -retracting his words quickly, he amends them to- Did someone hurt you?  

Why did he come back? {;she murmurs into your shirt, burying her face into it– she’s caught her breath now and there wasn’t enough water in her body for her to continues crying}

After years of nothing. {;she knows you don’t know the answer, I mean, how could you? You were more of a stranger to Yukwon than she was}

Does he know I waited for him?{;her grip on your shirt gets tighter, trying to hold back another sob} That I waited for him every Christmas for him to come back? And I finally stopped waiting for him at my doorstep when I moved into this area? {;she knows this is too much information, but it doesn’t click in her mind that you might not even have any idea who she’s talking about. but she blurts all of it out anyways, since her mind is buzzing with panic and hurt}

I can’t do this, oh God I can’t, I really, really can’t do this {;she starts speaking too quickly and each breath of hers become shallower than the last, tears threatening to prickle into her eyes but she has been crying so much that no more tears would fall out} I have to go no I can’t do this I can’t stay here if he’s here I can’t, I can’t. {;her eyes widen in realization as she lets go of your shirt}