A/N: A little something to the readers who are awaiting the next chapter of Vampire Slayer Kurogane. I'm sorry for the really late update. I might continue this though, as a dump site for all my drabbles. RnR tout le monde.
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There are all sorts of silences.
There is a kind of silence that envelops solitude; that backdrops a sanctuary. A peaceful kind of silence, like the first dewdrop after a month of winter. A silence that feels safe, like hiding under your favorite blanket on a cold, stormy night.
There is a silence that rings, that paradoxically shatters the eardrums. A library silence, an examination time silence. A silence that restricts- restricts you, time, place, people- everything. A silence that makes you want to run somewhere far noisier just to remind yourself of your existence- that you are here, now.
"Good morning, Kurogane".
And there are silences that break.
He spoke, he made noise. But there was silence behind it. Silence that was felt; silence that wasn't, and never will be, heard. A silence that rattles the soul with nothingness; that claws the heart with numbness. That kind of silence that makes you want to sleep through it until it's over, only to wake up the next moment and it's still there. And you realize it will always be there. It will never end.
Kurogane hated that silence.