Moth
A/N: Here's my newest GG drabble. I actually really like it. It's my first drabble that was exactly 100 words. I feel accomplished, because before this I have never been able to do exactly 100 words. Enjoy. R&R! Thanks! –Mac
Disclaimer: I don't own GG.
Moth
A moth that was what he was. A moth.
She, she was the flame.
He was drawn to her. It was uncontrollable. Out of his hands, out of his power.
He was helpless to it.
He hadn't wanted this, no, he hadn't. He hadn't wished for it, hoped for it, dreamt of it. Not once.
It just happened on its own.
But now he wished for her, hoped for her, dreamt of her. Every day, every night, every second.
And he couldn't stop it, hard as he tried.
Just as a moth to a flame, he was drawn to her.