Standard disclaimer applies.
A/N: This is very short. I know. But I think it works. Who knows, maybe I'll expand this later.
I wouldn't admit it to anyone, but I was scared. Afraid of my own mind.
You sprawl on my bed, snoring in your sleep in a way that should be irritating, but I find quite endearing. Your face flushed with alcohol. I curl next to you, my arms creeping across your chest unbidden.
I don't belong here. I know I shouldn't be the one to hold you in my arms. In the morning we will laugh it off as an alcoholic moment. The need to feel another body warm against cold flesh. The fact that there was only one bed.
"'Soka-" You turned in your sleep, the name a breath that burned, tinged with an alcoholic scent. Enforcing how very true it is that I no longer belong here; your arms pulling me closer, my blond hair being pushed out of the way by your gentle fingers. I draw a sharp breath before closing my eyes and nuzzling into your warmth.
If can just pretend...Please just let me pretend.
I know why I stay with you. It's better to stay here in your arms because the alternative is too unbearable.
This lie is better than being alone again.
Better than watching that horrible nightmare over and over. Than feeling my own dead skin.
This is warmth.
This is Bliss.