A/N: I wrote this when I should have been doing trig. Oops. A very, very short one-shot showing the effects of the war upon two leading ladies. I don't like this piece as much as my other one on here, but I hope you (my awesome readers) enjoy it. I don't own Hellsing. Obviously.
~~No one can hear sobs when they can't escape a pillow. But it's the only way she'll let them leave at all. Every night she cries at the same time to shield her leader from the pain ripping apart at her chest--tearing herself at the seams. She doesn't know what to do to halt the suffering, so she curls herself in a ball beneath the ocean of covers to attempt to feel his warmth that the war seized from her prematurely. In her mind and body he exists as a familiar, but outside the virtual world of her head, the coexistence feels eradicated. With her heart in tatters caused by the longing for her lover, the tears streak down her cheeks as she rolls over on her back for air she doesn't need and another heartbreaking dreamed-filled sleep.~~
~~No one can tell if the water rolling down her face are tears or water from the head of the shower. But it's the only way she'll let them leave at all. Every night she cries at the same time to protect the girl from the pain ripping apart at her mind. She rests her head in her hands as the water makes her long, blond hair as heavy as her heart. In her mind she still feels as though she can hear his voice, but he had faded away as quickly as her remaining youth. With her soul feeling empty by the loss of the one she secretly loved, she rubs her tears away in vain as she turns the shower off and steps into a lonely silence she never thought she'd despise.~~