Title; Dancing Above The Shattered Glass
Summary; he still insists he's fine.
Pairing: Fabina
Disclaimer: If I owned House of Anubis, everyone would be dead right now.
7-21-17. The day Nina died.
It's funny, how he's learned to simply block the memory from his mind. He doesn't think about it, doesn't think about her, and he's able to pretend that he's fine.
He's fine.
It's been years, but still people are wary of him, talking to him like he's an unstable bomb that might explode at any moment. "Are you okay?" They ask, and he answers like he always does, gruff and slightly annoyed: "I'm fine."
He's fine.
He's been fine.
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, he replays her death again. An out-of-control car, the screech of brakes, the crash as metal clangs upon metal. Again, again, again. Each time he rescues her in a different way.
Each time, when the dream fades, she lies, breathing, in his arms.
Again, again, again.
And he still insists he's fine.
