000 I don't own this 000 Random sadness, it's got character death just to warn ya. Enjoy! 000
The sun's in my eyes.
It's oddly comforting being able to see the sun. Never really thought about it before but it's kinda nice seeing it again.
I can't remember ever laying on the grass for no reason, just lying down, not moving. It's soft too, not the hard pathetic excuse for grass that used to be in my back garden at home.
No sound. It's blissfully peaceful, I like silence. It allows me time to think.
The sun's in my eyes.
The grass is damp and I feel the cold seeping in through my clothes.
I'm really sleepy now. I could just lie here and drift away. But I can't.
In the back of my mind something's gnawing at me.
I wonder if I went away whether anyone would miss me. Whether they'd they'd forget me in a week or two. I wonder if she'll miss me. I wonder if she'll realise just how much I care about her.
The sun's in my eyes.
Someone's calling my name, it's irritating. I wish they would stop. There's a flurry of activity around me but I just lie here. Doing absolutely nothing.
There's someone beside me. I think its Trip.
He's telling me to hold on.
I want to tell him something, he's telling me not to talk. He wants me to save my energy or something.
The sun's in my eyes.
I know I'm dying. I'm ok with it really. I know that the grass is only damp because my blood is pooling beneath me. I know that the harsh sunlight is penetrating my eyes only because I can't close them. I know that each breath is getting harder to take and I know that I won't make it back to Enterprise.
But I have to ask him.
"Trip?"
"C'mon Mal, save your strength."
"Do you think……… she knows?"
There's hand gripping my shoulder.
"She knows Malcolm, she knows."
And suddenly, the sun isn't in my eyes anymore.
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