*Smoking*
* ** * By: Toby-Chan
A/N: Just some drabbling from Hatori's point of view. It came into my head one day, and I had to write it. Enjoy!
* ** *
People ask why I smoke.
I can only give them the answer I know. Nicotine releases endorphines, and relieves stress.
It's hypocritical for a doctor.
That's what she told me, still with a smile.
And I stopped. Just for her.
So long days went by.
The joyous days of my life.
I savored each moment I spent with her.
Each blink of her eye, every strand of hair, every heartbeat, every breath.
She was my addiction.
I only needed her.
My sole dependence.
For her, I wanted to be a better man.
That's why I stopped.
A better man.
For her.
I lived beyond the curse.
For her.
But it couldn't last.
And I couldn't blame her.
I could only keep her memories frozen within me.
With that touch of my hand, I healed her pain.
That hand felt so dirty.
Like I was.
I found my cigarretes-
And started smoking again.
* ~End~ *
--Review, please. ^_^
* ** * By: Toby-Chan
A/N: Just some drabbling from Hatori's point of view. It came into my head one day, and I had to write it. Enjoy!
* ** *
People ask why I smoke.
I can only give them the answer I know. Nicotine releases endorphines, and relieves stress.
It's hypocritical for a doctor.
That's what she told me, still with a smile.
And I stopped. Just for her.
So long days went by.
The joyous days of my life.
I savored each moment I spent with her.
Each blink of her eye, every strand of hair, every heartbeat, every breath.
She was my addiction.
I only needed her.
My sole dependence.
For her, I wanted to be a better man.
That's why I stopped.
A better man.
For her.
I lived beyond the curse.
For her.
But it couldn't last.
And I couldn't blame her.
I could only keep her memories frozen within me.
With that touch of my hand, I healed her pain.
That hand felt so dirty.
Like I was.
I found my cigarretes-
And started smoking again.
* ~End~ *
--Review, please. ^_^