A/N: Written for the Furaba Flash Bingo - #000 – early December: hurt/comfort.
One Eye Cries Blood
One eye cried blood. The other was dry. Painfully dry, with the bandage over the bleeding eye and the other one left to the elements. The cold biting winter wind that would never ease, now that spring had gone.
It was too cold for the tears that exposed, burning eye, wanted to cry.
Spring would be warmer. But spring wouldn't be coming again. Nothing after the snow. Nothing to make the cold desolate world a happy one. Winter would be eternal.
And it would be his comfort. That freezing cold that would freeze those tears so they wouldn't fall. Would freeze the ache in his heart so he wouldn't feel it any more.
And, eventually, it would stop the flow of blood from his other eye as well.
