When the Raven Sings (1/1)

"Kyuhyun, do you think you're ready to leave her... ?"

"... No."

Kyuhyun stared down at the marble headstone before him with an blank face, the sadness he was obviously feeling not being reflected. The grave was new. There was no grass growing on the surface like the rest of them... it was a constant reminder that she had just been with him the other day. Above his head the blue sky had been invaded by gray storm clouds, blocking the sunlight from reaching the surface world and instead covering the land in ice cold rain. Kyuhyun tipped his head upwards, it was like the sky was mourning her death as well.

Beside him stood his close friend Park Jungsu, who by now was also soaked to the bone. He had his arm draped over Kyuhyun's shoulders in a consoling manner, despite knowing that no matter what the younger man would never reveal his true emotions on the situation to anybody but himself.

"Seohyun is free now," Jungsu murmured quietly, "And she's crying in your place because she knows that you won't."

She was free? From who? Kyuhyun couldn't supress the bitter smile that tugged at the corner of his lips... he knew the answer. It was from him.

He had never treated her the way she deserved to be treated. Seohyun had always been a kind girl, born with a pure, untainted heart that Kyuhyun was sure he had damaged a thousand times over. There had been a time a few years back where he had begun seeing another girl behind Seohyun's back. Kyuhyun had spent entire weeks with her, taking her on exotic vacations and buying her things he never would have even glanced at for Seohyun.

Seohyun had found out about it as well, but she had never said anything about it. The only reason Kyuhyun knew about her knowledge of his affair was when he came home and discovered her crying in their bedroom. He had felt no remorse back then, and had eventually broken it off with the other woman. Though it wasn't because of Seohyun, but because he had simply lost interest in the her.

Why had he never felt any remorse for what he had put Seohyun through? Kyuhyun was certain he had somewhere deep inside him, but he just couldn't feel it. Had he really, truly loved her? Of course he did, that was an idiotic question that didn't even need asking - after all, he had married her... and he wouldn't have married her had he not been in love with her, right? Did one need to be in love to marry his significant other? Suddenly Kyuhyun wasn't sure. He wasn't sure of anything.

The memory of Seohyun's death was still fresh in his memory. Fresh and raw. He had been on the phone with her when it happened. She had called him while she was driving home and had been asking him what he wanted for dinner so she could pick it up at the store while she was still in town. She had been talking animatedly with not a care in the world and Kyuhyun had been listening, not paying much attention to her words until he heard it. He heard Seohyun gasp, followed by the sound of rubber tires shrieking against the pavement and then the deafening sound of metal crashing against metal. Then the line went dead.

One always heard about deaths caused by people who were talking on the phone while driving on the television, but never did one imagine that it would happen to them. Yet it happened to Seohyun. In her lack of attention to the road, she had taken a turn too early and their tiny car had been crushed by a large semi. She never stood a chance. Kyuhyun had been listening to her one second, and the next she was dead. He had heard her death.

Kyuhyun's eyes began to sting, a feeling foreign to him. His eyes began watering until the inevitable happened. A lone tear trailed it's way down his cheek, followed by another... and another, until Kyuhyun was full out crying. Failing to catch his breath from the sobs that shook his entire body he fell to his knees, landing in the mud that had formed beneath his feet from the constant downpour of rain.

It was all coming to him now, the rush of emotions that had been absent throughout their entire marriage. Why did it take the death of the person he loved most to make him feel anything? Why did Seohyun have to get taken away from him? Why hadn't he treated her better... all those days they had together and he had wasted them. He had taken them, crumpled them up, and thrown them away without a care in the world.

This was all his fault. Her death was his fault. Kyuhyun banged his fists against the soft soil of Seohyun's grave, tears still streaming down his face.

"It's not fair," Kyuhyun murmured through gritted teeth as he delivered another blow to the ground beneath him, "Seohyun, come back to me... "

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AN// Spur of the moment fic. I was actually going to write some smut but since I'm spending the afternoon at my mother's work, halfway through my beginning someone decided to take a seat behind me... so it was awkward. Besides, I really wanted to write some angst for some reason. Hope this did the trick!