Dearly Beloved
I must be a masochist.
I can see her, sitting on the bed. I can smell stale cigarettes, coffee, and her shampoo. I can hear her sobs; those sobs of gut wrenching mourning. I can't touch her, comfort her. I caused her to cry like that. I caused her so much pain; it hurts me so much. But I can't turn away. I can't leave. I can't abandon her in her pain.
Short girl comes to comfort her. I see Tongari leave. She will be alright, that's how she is. He is marching to his death.
I go with him.
Hey, all! Welcome to my archive of Trigun drabbles from the 100bullets com on lj, which I am finally getting around to posting. Yes, I am layzee. As this was the first drabble I wrote, it sucks, but for the sake of seeing how much I improved, (if any) I'm posting these in chronological order. Anyway, I put all of the ones I could find up here. If anyone wants to give me prompts, I'd be more than happy to take up a challenge! Thanks so much!