Summary; He's coming home. He's coming home to you.
A/N; I wrote this after watching the teaser for the TRAX's new mv. Holy cactus, Heechul and Victoria know how to make crying look beautiful. And of course, I ship pretty much anyone together, so I like this pairing. Plus, I haven't written much het lately, so here's some to read. Who knows what I'll spawn when I see the whole mv? Haha. By the way, I didn't go by lyric translations. I went by how the video made me feel, and what was going on. Thanks for reading!
Word Count; 353
Her Cards, His Promise
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He’s coming home. She holds her knees; clutches them like they’re all she has left. He’s coming home to you. She holds onto her words, because those are all she has left to hold on to. She could cling to frames or hands or empty air, but she wants to cling to words that he loops in her mind over and over again. She tells herself that he’s coming home soon—that he’s coming back to her any minute. Because that’s what she wants to believe. Her hand covers a sob that’s soft but so loud at the same time, because there’s no one else in the room with her. It’s lonely and empty and he isn’t there to fill the space with just his presence. Heechul isn’t there to fill the space in her heart. Wet outlines define her features. She unfolds photos in her hands like playing cards—take your pick. How do you want to see him when he comes back?
He wonders if she’ll ever be able to forget him, like she said she wouldn’t. He wonders if he can force himself to forget her, or if it’ll be as impossible as his mind tells him it will be—that he can’t do it, so he should stop trying to believe that he can. But he won’t let himself make himself stop forgetting her. Victoria isn’t his anymore—she can’t be, she just can’t be, even if he wants her to be. He holds the canvas with a photo of them large enough to feel like she’s right in front of him again. A tear drops from his real face to the face that’s his face but not his at the same time. I’m coming home. He tries to comfort his fretting thoughts as he hugs the frame as if it’s all he has left—and maybe it is. I’m coming home, I’m coming home, Vicky. I promise. I promise. Heechul hates breaking promises, but…
Stay. Please. Victoria clamps both hands over her mouth. She cries in dry heaves. Why couldn’t you just stay with me?
I’m coming home.
I’m coming home.