"Dear Friend," drabble
Baralai/Yuna, FFX-2, AU
Dedicated to Razer Athane
He sits at his desk, home alone. In the darkness of midnight, surrounded by the silence of his room, he glares at the bright screen of his computer, head propped on one hand while the other holds a pencil, tapping the half-bitten eraser on the written page of his homework. The rest of the world sleeps while he stays up, a zombie to his restless thoughts.
Because even though sleep continues to elude him even though he wants nothing more than to rest and murder the migraine that eats away at his sense of self - 'I can't do it. I just can't do it.'
Slamming the pencil down, he puts his face inside his hands and sighs. Nothing can make him feel better. This happens more often than it should, and it lies beyond his control. No matter how much he tries, medicine doesn't work, because disease does not die. Only sleeps.
He can't sleep when pain sleeps inside of him.
Desperate to distract himself, he closes the tab that holds the article relevant to his research and decides to open another one. He clicks Tumblr in his list of Bookmarks and wonders what his friends posted since he last logged in, and before he can scroll down the page of posts, he notices an unread message in his inbox. Curious, he clicks on the icon, and reads the question box someone left for him.
"Does the war still rage on inside of you? Don't worry. I'll just sing a song that will make you grow silver wings on your back so you can fly straight into battle, because you are a warrior angel. :) "
And when he recognizes the lyrics to his favorite Breaking Benjamin song, he hopes she doesn't mind when he bows down to the weight of a smile on his ruddy face.
