Random drabble written a while ago before art block set in. I only recently dug it up and until now, the site was giving me weird error messages every time I tried to post. If you're a follower, I'm really sorry about the lack of upadtes and I thank you for sticking around. Disclaimer is on my profile, but just a reminder here that I don't own DGM or its characters.
It's been a long time.
We no longer speak face to face, barely even see each other. They aren't stupid enough to partner us on missions anymore, and as much as it hurts, I know they're right. It would be a danger to everyone.
But I miss you.
And seeing you in dreams isn't enough, especially since they all become nightmares nowadays.
But what am I supposed to say?
I know I can't tell you what I feel. Those sort of things—words and emotions—have never been, and never will be your strong point. That's not a bad thing though. But it makes it hard to speak to you. Because you are strong and cold and loyal and honest and wonderful and I know I'll never be able to change you.
How am I supposed to deal with this?
You're the only one who has never cared, about the looks, the curse, the nightmare behind my eyes. Or rather, you've insulted me, yelled at me, hated me for those, but not because of them, rather because of the way I have dealt with them. And it's reassuring. Because you are constant and steady and honest. I don't have to worry about you faltering. I don't have to fear you pitying me. If I fall apart, you will not stand by and let me sink into the darkness just because you care too much and you are afraid of destroying me. You would end it all. You wouldn't care.
You hold me together with your harsh words, because they remind me that goddammit, I really do need to get a grip on my life, not give in, not fail.
But it's been too long.
And without you, I'm falling apart.
