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A/N: Let's say this one happened between 901 and 902. No beta. So it will be an awful reading, sorry.
The laughter was echoing through the living room. Reaching the stair where I was stand. Seeping through the neighborhood, seeping through my spine.
It was like I hadn't heard that kind of joyful sound for years. A thousand years of light, it was like being pulled out of water, when your lungs almost collapsed, it was like flying, to the warmth of evening sun. it was like happiness. No, it was happiness, bottled in the crispy sound.
I pushed the door slowly, silently. I was afraid if I just jabbed the handle and breaking in your laugh might cease to exist. Then I took a quiet step. Then another step. Then another step. Until my eyes met your lovely being. There, on the floor. You were wriggling and giggling, tugging and being tugged. Cloaking by the companion of the canine. You were there in front of me, living life to the fullest. I drank the precious seconds in awe. A treat, god has forbid me lately.
At that very moment I wished that I were four legged, I wished that I were a huge ball of brown fur. I wished I were nothing but a dog. No dead body to be rummaged. No murder to be solved. No lost to be mourned off. Nevertheless, I was just a man. A man that his happiness was drained by life. A gray man in her gray world.
You and hank, playing tug in my living room were a colorful image. I only allowed watching from my side of gray. I didn't deserve to be painted by the moment. I couldn't let myself share the same color. I was stained. I was nothing. So I just sat, sighed, and closed my eyes fiercely. Deeply inhaled, the long missed sound of laugh.
Then time passed by. A minute? An hour? or a year?. I didn't know, and I didn't care until there was a barking sound. Then there was your sweet voice, and your soft touches. Gifts from heaven I couldn't fathom why a man like me could be showered by.
"Hi there, didn't hear you coming. How was your day?"
Fine. I answered with my eyes still closed, and so did my mouth.
"What's wrong honey?" the soft touches came again. Your fingers on the nape of my neck. Your whisper soaked my soul. I jerked, I was afraid of the possibility.
No sara!. Don't touch me!. I screamed out, but heard nothing but the tapping paws on the floor.
I am a laugh slayer! I am a color wiper!. I screamed again. With anger. With agony. Nevertheless, silence was clamped my every word.
I tried again. I begged for you to leave me alone. I told you I couldn't let you being gray too. I told you how sad my world was, and how sad I was. The sentences were wreaking havoc in my body. They were running amok to find a way out. Made me shudder, made my head thumped, made my heart ache, and almost made me cry.
"Oh Gil, it will be alright", an embrace, and a kiss on my forehead followed the words. All of a sudden I felt warm. I was life again. I was turning from gray to blue.
So I let the dog licked one of my palm, and let you caressed the other. I opened my eyes, let them met your fascinating brown orbs, and for the first time since I entered the room, I heard my own sound.
"Make me laugh Sara, please make me laugh again"
FIN
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