Disclaimer: None of these are mine. I'm only poverty, kukuku… that was a joke. I'm not an idiot. Oh, and if you'd like it to not be a one-shot, I might just continue it. Depends on the review and if I feel like it. Nyahahahaha...
A Dream but Not Her
Eyes on me by Faye Wong
Whenever sang my songs
He woke up from his sleep with a gasp, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. There was a slight panic within him at the thought of the horrid dream coming true. He stared at the ceiling for a while, noting how the darkness of the night ensconced the whole room.
On the stage, on my own
He looked around, no one was there. Again, he became panicked.
Whenever said my words
He sat up on the couch, whispering her name as if she would be able to hear him and come to him. Tell him that it wasn't true, that it would never happen…that it was just a dream but not her…
Wishing they would be heard
He set aside the thick blanket she had given him and stood up from the couch she had also given him. He looked around the living room one more time, not liking the darkness for once.
I saw you smiling at me
Was it real or just my fantasy?
It was too much…too much like that dream…
You'd always be there in the corner
He whispered her name again, weakly calling out to her to tell him that everything was alright, that it would never happen….That it was just a dream but not her…
Of this tiny little bar
He went straight to her room, ignoring that despite her being a woman, he was even more organized and cleanly than her. Papers littered the ground and the walls, looking like a little child's playroom. But maybe she was a child after all.
My last night here for you
And what would he be? The adult? But who was the one who was lost? Who was the one that saved him? Who was the one that sheltered him from his own darkness?
Same old songs, just once more
Surely it had not been anyone else but her.
My last night here with you?
Maybe yes, maybe no
He needed to see her again. He needed her to prove to him that none of it was real…that it would never happen…that it was just a dream but not her…
I kind of liked it your way
How you shyly placed your eyes on me
He went to the kitchen, to the library, to every single room in that god forsaken mansion, whispering her name as he went in and got out. His strides became faster with each passing room; his heart started beating wildly but at the same time churning painfully. His stomach had an empty feeling inside and his fingers started to tremble every time he opened a door.
Did you ever know
That I had mine on you?
Only to find that she was not there.
Darling, so there you are
With that look on your face
Where was she? Where did she go? No. She wouldn't. It was all a dream. It would never—should never happen! It was a dream but not her! She would never—could never…
As if you're never hurt
As if you're never down
Not her…
Shall I be the one for you
Who pinches you softly but sure
He walked to the entrance hall, not giving up on his search. He would never give up. He could never give up. She meant everything to him now more than ever.
If frown is shown then
I will know that you are no dreamer
She was nothing. Just a shadow. But now she was everything. A brilliant gem. It was not because she was an extension of that which he had wanted. Definitely, surely not. It was that she could not fathom the thought of someone wanting her for her. It was that she could not accept the fact that without having to provide proof, someone believed her existence.
So let me come to you
But she had given enough proof for him
Close as I want to be
The warmth he felt despite the cold of the pouring rain.
Close enough for me
The darkness that had taken him.
To feel your heart beating fast
The light she had become.
And stay there as I whisper
The arms that held him
How I love your peaceful eyes on me
The heart beating against his back.
Did you ever know
The soft breath against his cold skin, speaking of a home.
That I had mine on you?
Speaking of being welcomed…
Darling, so share with me
Your love if you have enough
He needed her
Your tears if you're holding back
Or pain if that's what it is
His hands trembled as he held onto the two doors to the gardens, out into the world that he had lived in and that she had watched with fascination.
How can I let you know
I'm more than the dress and the voice
He remembered precisely the words she uttered when he asked why.
Just reach me out then
Life is beautiful
You will know that you're not dreaming
How could she say that so freely when she herself had seen the sadness of it all?
Darling, so there you are
You are beautiful because you have been through the fire
With that look on your face
Like a piece of silver, you must be held through the fire to be refined…to be purified…
As if you're never hurt
How could she tell? How would she know when he had truly become refined?
As if you're never down
When I see my reflection in you…
Shall I be the one for you
That would be the day…He was nothing like her…he hated everything she loved…envied everything she had…been through things she could hardly even imagine.
Who pinches you softly but sure
But he needed her now more than ever. To tell him that it would never be true, that it was just a dream…but never her…
If frown is shown then I will know
Opening the doors and walking out, a single name escaped from his lips.
"Namine…"
that you are no dreamer
She looked up to him then, a look of mild surprise on her serene face. She blinked away her surprise and soon smiled that ever calm smile of hers, making every single fiber of fear in him fade.
He sighed of relief and slowly walked towards her, willing his heart to beat normally.
When he stopped before her, he watched her watch him, looking up at him from her perch on the tree's roots, doodling once again like she always does.
I thought…
You vanished…
I was…
Scared…
"What are you drawing?" he asked with a quizzical look.
She simply smiled kindly, "You…"
"Why?"
"Because you're beautiful…"
He closed his eyes and breathed again.
It was just a dream…
But not her…
Never her…
Opening his eyes, he smiled at her the smile he knew he had unconsciously reserved just for her.
"So are you…"