One Week
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation.
I was watching the fourth Gravitation episode and this popped into my head.
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One week.
That's what I said to him. He could stay in my apartment for one week. Then I would kick him out. It seemed fair enough, he would get what he wanted for a week, he would get closer to me, and at my expense, I would put up with his antics for a mere seven days.
Sad to say, that week came and went and still he stayed.
That week turned into another and another. He made my empty apartment into our apartment, with him in my bed or on the couch by the end of the day, depending on which I felt like that particular moment.
I told him everything, as he had wished. I went on the date with him, as was the reward of my bet to him. I told him the tragic story of my past, how I had killed my tutor and two others. He left to get some coffee and I chose that particular moment to take my leave, forever.
I tried to run; I even gave him the key. I thought that would strike something in that idiot's brain, but it hadn't. He followed me to New York. He found me and told me that he would never let me go.
He went home and I shortly followed. I moved back into the apartment. He was still there, as were all of his trinkets decorating the tables, littering the shelves, scattered in the kitchen, tossed about the room. I took it all in.
I tell myself everyday, "One more week, then I'll throw him out."
That week comes and goes and he's still here.
And I would never have it any other way.
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There it is, finished. I needed to write that and I did. I hope you like it/.
KatrinaKaiba