Marie is staring through the glass- through a window, bulletproof, fireproof, tinted. And there's a man on the other side.
She knows him- there's this feeling on the edge of her mind telling her that. And she knows, somehow, that he's the only person who can break out of the glass-
from the inside-
and she has to get him out of there somehow but she doesn't know why. All she has is her fists and a haunting sense that he must be out, that he won't survive, that she can't let a fellow human die like this, alone and afraid and trapped-
He's teetering on a brink. She can see that much through the darkened glass of the window. But what's at the bottom of the yawning gap he stands in front of, she cannot say.
She can't see his face, either. She thinks that if she saw it, she would know why he's here, but no matter how much she strains her eyes-
It's just a figure, a distant form on the edge of nothing, solitary and closed-off.
And he can't break out of the window.
Because he's just too far away.
And there's nothing that she can do.
Kind of a deviation from my usual writing style. Truth is, this was originally in secondperson format, for effect, but then I remembered that it wasn't allowed. So, I switched it to third-pesron and figured Marie would be a useful person to write. I don't like her much, but I don't dislike her, either...
Anyway. This can be seen as StxMa if you want it to. But frankly, it wasn't supposed to be, and I'm not a huge fan of the pairing, no matter how likely it may seem. Actually, if I had to pick one person for him to be with, it'd probably be Yumi. -ramble-
Anyway, this was halfway inspired by the "He has no love in him." line, which absolutely broke my heart for some reason. Actually, everything about Stein kinda breaks my heart.
AND WHY DO THE PLOT BUNNIES ALWAYS COME WHEN I SHOULD BE SLEEPING. D:
So, since this was so different for me, I'd like to know what you think of it, if it's not too much trouble. Concrit's appreciated, but whatever you've got is fine.