A/N: This just came to me one night, and I write it down. So...here. Reviews are appreciated.
He couldn't let them see him cry because then would know that he was still dying. Everyday he went through the same monotonous routine, everyday he went along with them, everyday that passed by him without her, another part of him died.
He went from planet to planet with them, occasional events exciting enough to pull him from his depressed stupor, but once they passed he started to die again. The longing for Melena had always eaten at him, even when he was running but he had been focusing too hard on staying alive to let it get to him. He had been running from death at the hands of her absence just as he had been running from the Wraith. Now that he had stopped running it had all caught up with him, and it was like losing her all over again.
Now that he had time to stop and look around, he saw things that reminded him of her. The same color flower as she had always worn in her hair, and types of fruit she had always loved, little things made him lose even more of her.
He couldn't think of the good times together without remembering that they would never happen again. He didn't suppress the memories that flooded his brain; he wallowed in the pain and sorrow that accompanied them because it was something.
Pain was better then numbness, and numbness had been all he had known since he had stopped running. Pain was welcome, and he had enough of that to keep him going...for a little while more at least.
