Ok, this is a little depressing, but it was niggling at the back of my head so i set it free. The first in what i hope will be a collection of little ficlets.
He waited there... he didn't know how long, but he waited, and that's what counted. To him, anyway.
Most him didn't believe that what he'd just witnessed was true, but there was just one tiny, traitorous part of him that rationalised. She was gone, and there was nothing he could do... not ever.
He closed his eyes in an attempt to delay the arrival of the tears that were already threatening to spill forth from his child-like eyes. His lips were parted just slightly, as if words were trying to escape, but he knew there was nothing to say... no one to say it to.
He took a few hesitant steps forward and gingerly placed one bony hand against the cold, white wall, his fingertips brushing the sterile surface. He felt like squinting, everything was so white, and the false innocence of the colour made him flinch. He'd always thought white was a comforting colour, a colour that holds you close and comforts you... But now... it felt dirty, cold.
He wanted to feel her heat, her presence, so he opened his eyes in determination and moved closer, every part of him that could touch the wall was. He didn't like the feel of the cold spreading through his cheek and his belly, but he didn't move, just searched for anything to suggest Rose was there...
…
Nothing... He could feel nothing...
He closed his eyes once more, but not in time to stop a single tear from sliding down his cheek, to rest under his chin. He pulled away sharply from the wall, stumbling slightly and tumbled to the floor. He sat shocked for some time, his knees raised slightly, held up by his heels, supporting all his weight on his arms behind him.
He tried to blink but his eyes were glued to the wall in front of him.
He'd only just started to come alive again, started to find the joy in his existence, and the cause was gone... She'd just slipped through his fingers.
But she'd promised him forever, and it wasn't like Rose to break a promise. He shook his head, breaking his stare, and forced himself to stand and walk, albeit shakily, towards the door. If she said forever, then she'd give it. He had to believe it, or he'd surely go mad.
He glanced over his shoulder just once more before taking a deep breath and stepping out of the room. He was still waiting, but this time, he felt safer.
He felt hope.
She would come.
I hope you liked it ^^
Please review for me, and i'll try and write lots more.
