This is my first attempt at a drabble. 300+ words. I needed to get this out of my head. It was driving me up the wall.
Thanks,
Serephim
Disclaimer: I don't own them: Never have never will. Don't own the story line either.
When the rain falls, he dies a thousand times. When the sky opens up and weeps long and bitterly, harsh and loudly, he dies twice. When all is still and silent, even when the sun is out, he smiles: softly, vaguely, profoundly. At those times, the void inside rifts open a little wider until it feels that he'll pop and fall into little pieces. Just to match how he felt on the inside. This only happened on his bad days.
He sat staring out the window, not caring or wishing or hoping. He was existing tonight But he didn't want that. As each breath caused his lungs to shudder, he hated himself more. He wondered if the asinine gears turning in his head, the film reel of that night would ever cease to haunt him. These few vague thoughts rattled around in his head as he shivered and curled his arms around himself. His vision fogged, or perhaps it was monocle. Everything went white.
There were soft featherlike strokes across his cheek. A hot wetness was smeared and dried up by a pink sponge. Briefly he wondered when he had started crying. Warmth ghosted against his lips. He looked up into crimson eyes and blinked in confusion. The crimson eyes moved away and smiled gently. He stood beside him but stared out the window the entire
"Hakkai… You with me, man?" the man asked, wrapping an arm loosely around his shoulders.
Hakkai didn't say anything. He relaxed into the warmth, feeling something inside, softening and flutter. Normally, he died twice to one thousand times. On nights when he was in his crimson eyed man's arms, he lived one thousand and two times stronger than anything else.
"Yes, Gojyo. I'm with you. Always." Hakkai replied, closing his eyes and letting out a long held breath.
For once, it seemed that the film burned to a crisp in his head and the void would fill up slowly. Everything was right when he was here.
"Everything's…. going to be alright Gojyo."
And it always was.