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Drabble: I Want You to Play a Song for Me

Title: I Want You To Play a Song for Me 
Length: Drabble
Author: HolyStarDown
Pairing: HenWook
Rating: PG 
Genre: Grab some tissues
Disclaimer: i only own them in my dreams
Summary: He knew. They all knew.
Author's Note: Listen to one of these two songs while reading this fic tp get the full affect http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3LqKuPPxi_M or the song i had in mind for Henry to be playing http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W2VX290UOLI


Ryeowook is dying; it’s no secret. Everyone knew it, everyone saw it coming, but no one accepted it. Leeteuk cried himself to sleep for days- Zhou Mi weeks- and Henry had never stopped.


“He’s anemic,” the doctor had told them, news to everyone but Ryeowook himself. He knew and never said a word or took necessary treatment. He didn’t want to show them his weakness, show them that his heart wasn’t as strong as everyone always thought it was, but the already sharp planes of his face soon began to cut through his skin and bones made their appearance in all the wrong places. Everyone knew.


He can barely speak or even open his eyes when he calls Henry into his room. Three days tops, and it was still too soon.


(“Play me a song Henli-ah…” the boy says, voice trembling and barely there. He knew it was coming.


Henry takes the other’s hand and caresses it gently. “Will you still be here when I stop?” he asks.


Ryeowook nods and tries to smile. “Of course I will.”)


Ryeowook closes his eyes as Henry draws his bow back, takes a deep breath when the first note is played. He knows.


He keeps playing until his tears blend with the air he’s breathing, rivers of the darkest blue flowing from the strings of his violin to flood the dorm with the agony of his soul.


(Donghae never believed it when Henry told him you can make a violin cry until that day.)


Henry didn’t stop playing. Even when he felt like he was suffocating on the air in his lungs and his fingers would bleed, the river kept flowing and the world kept turning.


(I can never stop. You promised that you would be here. If I stop I’ll never see you again.)


Ryeowook looked at peace in his bed; skin smooth and flawless despite it being drawn too thin, a glimmer of a smile just barely turning up the corner of his lips. Soon the worries of the world would never be able to touch him again.


Henry knew. He didn’t want to know. So his fingers kept moving and the tears kept coming. More and more and more until he didn’t know what to do with himself.


He couldn’t play anymore.


The music stopped, and the only thing left behind were mere echoes lingering in the darkness that surrounded them.


Henry kept breathing, but Ryeowook never opened his eyes.


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