Gravitation fan fiction

Time

You are my life.
You run and play, sing and dance, you bring a ray of pink sunshine into my life.

Your strawberry shampoo woke me up yesterday. That smell, drifting out of the bathroom works better than any alarm clock I've ever had.

I glare at said clock…I never understand how someone so perky can live while waking up at four in the morning to shower. And for that matter, who can take hot showers at that time of the morning? Not only hot but…I've actually burned myself trying to get into it with you before. The entire bathroom is wet afterwards, either from your splashing and falling or just from the steam creates.

You dress and sit beside me on the bed. I feel your small weight set on the mattress beside me where I refused to move. You pet my hair, small fingers stroking the gold. It feels wonderful; it almost makes me fall asleep again.

My eyes drift shut…but then you brush those fingers against my ear…and I know you don't want me to sleep anymore.

Later, after you've been at work a while, you run home to eat lunch with me. I complain about the work I need to do and try to rush you out of the door, but I don't mean it. Maybe I'll tell you that one day, I have plenty of time.

You cry, you always cry, such pretty purple eyed tears. I hold your cheeks and kiss the tears away, making you melt under the touch…looks like you'll be late getting back to work…what are you doing to me? Such a brat.

That night, you get home late, you see tired, you seem sad. I upset you didn't i? I can see it in your eyes…you cant hide it with that big smile. I have it in my pocket…should I give it to you now?...no…I'll wait, I have plenty of time, and you don't seem calm enough for me to try.

You tried to cook again, it was funny to see you panic, it was not so funny to see my kitchen. It'll take weeks to wash those burns out. Anyway, I help you clean most of it and we eat our burnt meal and go to bed. Its in my jacket, my jacket is close, I would give it to you now…but you're snuggled against my chest and half asleep already. It can wait…besides, I have lots of time.

I woke up today…it was nine. That was strange…you didn't take your shower today, and…no your backpack is gone. You must have been in a hurry, maybe you overslept. Oh well.

I push myself onto my arms and off my bed. I go to my computer and turn it on, then go to the kitchen. My coffee is cold, but its alright, you made it and I don't want to waste it.

I sit in front of the tv, nothing good is on. I flip channels…the news. A truck…a mall…a yellow jacket…no…it's not true…I refuse to believe it. I turn off the tv and run to my phone, I call tohma. He sounds sad…he wont tell me strait…then…I yell. He seems to become sadder, trying to calm me, it doesn't work.

Finally he gives me an address and I get dressed. I get in my car, I speed down the road. I nearly hit three people, I don't care, you are more important than them.

I get there…your friend is crying. He looks so broken, I know before I even find the room.

My world gets colder…my sunshine is gone.

Soon im in a suit, im wearing a flower. Your box is heavy, but I carry it. Your friend is crying, I try to consol him in my mind…but my words don't work. People avoid me, they know im hurting…they cant help.

My chest is on fire…I cant breath…I don't want to.
My sunshine is gone…my world is dark. Its not in my pocket. Its in the box with you.

Its gold, its on your left hand, it has a pink stone.

It stands for a question I never got to ask…and a reaction I'll never get.

I ran out of time…