Hush

Excerpt 1

     Night had fallen and Taehyung resided at his desk. The soft hue of the candle illuminated his work. He was always working. The dark haired man felt a presence, to which he smiled. His time had come. 

     It came with a whisper of the cold winter air, it blew through his curtains and fell upon him like a dark shadow. It was a painful death to be had. He sat and continued his work, the lazy scrawl of his quill pen marked countless of yellow pages. His end had yet to show itself, or perhaps herself, to be exact. The man looked up, his teeth a glistening white, his eyes darkened. Maybe in delight?

     And from the shadows his end emerged, dressed in black and fearing no man, she stood before him. The beauty of his tragedy, the beast to his thorns, he watched, enraptured, as her lips moved in harsh ways. So exquisite was she that he hesitated to remember the knife pointed at his heart or the demands of which he would sign with great displeasure. She feared no man, but Taehyung was no man at all.

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Excerpt 2

     You know that feeling when you realize another person takes up so much space in a room? That’s how it felt. You were suddenly confronted by just how whole he was, by just how much of a person stood before you. Now you really couldn’t do it. 

     “Then let’s have a dance.” He smiled and you felt his heat as he grasped your waist and hand. He began a dance, humming softly the tune from the New Year’s celebration. Memories of light and laughter filled your mind. You couldn’t help smiling. The knife was clasped in between yours and his connected hands. He dipped you around the room, let you explore every crack in the floor with your bare feet as if to tell you to cherish it, to remember every detail. And you would. 

     Every detail in the room. You had been floating between reality and fantasy, but now you were sure that your time here had been a dream and only now were you thrust into reality. You would remember every outline of his face, every dip, and the way his lips curved into a boxy smile. 

     It was a dance of grace and beauty, a dance only two partners with hearts beating in time could dance. You hesitated to remember the knife. 

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