Turning Point
Alviss didn't know when it had started.
When had he lost the ability to walk past a short blond boy in the street, and not blink as that face swam in front of his vision? When was it that he started waking up in the middle of the night, gazing wide-eyed into the darkness and feeling the ghosts of small, scarred hands brushing his own- it's a dream, it was only a dream. And since when did he start sighing as he realised that?
Time passes. It has a habit of doing that. Some days, Alviss doesn't even know how long he has been alive. The only thing that is sure in his mind is a face, bright and optimistic, and when he imagines that face, as he does several times a day, the load on his shoulders always seems to lighten.
Alviss doesn't know when it started, and right now, he doesn't care.
Because tonight, at last, after years of waiting, Ginta is finally his.
I don't know why I wrote this. It's not as if I'm a GintaxAlviss fan, either…