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Grey:

We were best friends. You have been with me since the day my father died. You stayed with me, even when I told you that I was the one who killed him. You didn't think I was dirty, or wrong, or hypocritical when I told you not to pump your arms full of that shit.

Our lives were ruined.

Everything went so, so wrong. Everyone who met us was tainted, corrupted and wrecked in the long run. Sometimes it didn't even take that long - usually it didn't take that long. Even that pretty policeman with his pretty girlfriend was ruined in the end, even though you and I both thought he would be the one to make it. No one makes it when you get mixed up and lost in these things. Our world is one without mercy, without hope or love to get you through. You can lie and convince yourself that this next hit will be your very last, but you will undoubtedly end up with that needle in your arm again.

You will undoubtedly end up in bed with men whose faces you will never remember.

We knew nothing of strength.

I thought you were so strong to stay by my side despite all the shit I brought home; all the shadowy, sickening memories I plagued your own head with, even though they were not yours to bear. I thought I was strong for doing the same for you.

We were both so completely wrong. We were weak.

You fell.

I stared down at your shell; into the place where you were, just moments before, begging me to end your life. You didn't have the strength anymore. You didn't have the option to do it to yourself. Your hands and legs were bound by a pristine white jacket, which stood out so starkly against the mottled, yellow gray flesh stretched across your skeleton. The shadows under your eyes made you look like the specter you would have preferred to be.

'Duo, I can't live like this anymore.'

I couldn't speak, my throat was swelling.

'Please. I saw them all suffer. We brought them to the end of their lives. I hurt Trowa...'

My chest was so tight, I felt dizzy.

'Those men...I feel them. Their hands are all over me, melting my skin. They still laugh at me here...they know.'

I didn't feel the first tear, or the ones to follow. I didn't feel much anymore. My skin was numb. Somehow, through this sudden affliction, I managed to croak, 'Quatre. You're unwell.'

You started laughing. The sound broke my heart, and strangled me with it's hollow, twisted echo.

'Since when do you talk so sweetly, Duo? Unwell - you should just come out with it and say what you mean to say, what you would say if you weren't so broken too.'

'And what...would I say?' I whispered, my throat feeling meaty and raw, and thick with swollen tissue.

'Just call me crazy. I'm completely insane, right? That's why I'm in here. I'm not unwell. I'm undone.'

'Quatre, I-' But you interrupted before I could say what I really wanted to.

'Shut up.' I heard you whisper.

You were sobbing, but no tears came. The dry sorrow wracked your body, and you shuddered violently with each cry. I thought you were dying.

'There...was...a hole. It was rotting away. It peeled away. It was purple and yellow, and grey. Grey is the wrong color.'

The sobs turned to soft giggles, and some foamy blood oozed from the corner of your mouth as you uttered them. You had been gnawing off flesh from the inside of your lips again. You always did that when you were stressed - when we were threatened with imprisonment. But you rarely bled. Now the stuff was practically spewing from your once full and enticing lips.

We had become so hollow; so grey.

'I thought Heero could save us.'

I had thought so too, once. It had been such a disappointment. I wanted at least one of us to make it through.

But no one makes it through...and you get to a point where being saved is an empty, dreadful fantasy, making a mockery of your struggling hope.

I grabbed you and hugged you tightly. I cried into your dull, matted hair. I crushed your chest, relishing in the bones snapping as they fueled my emotions, and kept me feeling alive. I watched as you smiled serenely up at me with your huge, sunken doll's eyes and slightly warped, upturned lips.

As I stared down at your body that was once so full, happy, and hopeful - once so beautiful, and realized that you were now just a cold, dead, cadaver - a macabre halloween decoration - I found that I could really, really use ...

another hit.