"I'll find you in each dream I dream with every longing sigh. I'll count the hours that we're apart for here am I..."
Alone
A Princess Tutu fanfic by Klondike Aura
Hurt has many ways.
Even though his life has been short so far, even though he had already outlived what he was supposed to know, Fakir knew about the many ways to hurt and be hurt.
But this was a new kind of hurt to him. Surprisingly new.
The self-inflicted stab wound in his right hand dully throbbed, begging for attention. It barely registered to Fakir, only edging into his consciousness when his fingers grasped into Duck's uniform jacket.
He couldn't say anything else to her now, not even to explain the sudden embrace. Any attempt at words was consumed by a stone weighing down his insides. He was only glad that she returned his hold.
And after too short a time, he let her go, leaving him in a wake of anti-relief.
There was still too much to do and his realizations would have to wait until he could finish writing.
Hurt has many ways.
Few are worse than being alone by being with someone.
Author's Notes: This is the first in a small series of drabbles inspired by, of all things, a song from the Marx Brothers movie A Night at the Opera. The quote at the beginning of each is a lyric from the song. Styles and settings will vary from drabble to drabble, the theme being the only link between them.