A/n: I just recently found this little drabble while cleaning out my college binders. (Yea, all that money for classes and I wrote fanfics during them… Good use of thousands of dollars…)
Disclaimer: Belongs to Nomura, unless he wants to give these hotties to me for my 21st birthday! No…?
The couch sat on the far right wall in disuse. Light streamed in through the windows, street lamps blinking into life a scant few feet above the window. Sitting in a straight-backed metal chair at the table in the next room sat a young man slumped over the table, asleep.
His hair spilled silver over his turned to the side face, covering everything but one upturned cheek and eye, lashes fluttering idly. He mumbled, a half-formed name (Soo-something), hair flittering slightly before falling back to place.
His roommate sighed, pushing his own red hair back from his forehead; worrying for his roommate was giving him a headache. He just couldn't see why the other continued to do this to himself.
Shaking his head he walked over and shook the man's shoulder. At first nothing happened; then an eye opened revealing tired turquoise.
"He's not coming back, is he?" The man whispered, quickly sitting up, back ramrod straight.
"I don't think so Riku." The red head sighed, pretending not to see the tensed shoulders of the other quiver and crumple. He pointedly ignored the tears, but the cries, those he couldn't ignore. He couldn't get them out of his head, even weeks after they ended.
He tried to though.
End note: Not quite a drabble, but something my creative writing prof would call a "Short-short." I always loved that term.
I don't know if I love this, it's a little vague, but I like it enough to post. Let me know if you like it, short though it is (it felt like the end, I simply couldn't write past that).