10/08/11
One day, he wasn't going to have to say goodnight. He wasn't going to watch her walk away, or see himself to the door. It occurred to him suddenly, as he held her hand in a tiny room that smelled of salt water. The room seemed to murmur as she slept, a hum beneath fatigue and hunger, lulling him to a place he couldn't quite name… not peace, surely, but close. Revelations hadn't been so frequent. He'd simply been drifting along, lately, when he'd slowly discover something that had been there all along, like a dream he was distantly remembering. But when things didn't go as planned, when his eyes were opened forcefully to something new and beckoning, it was like stumbling off a cliff, but knowing you'd make it and live to shout about it to the misty, grey skies. He could feel it tonight, a calming breeze on the back of his neck, and his touch finally slipped gently from hers as he backed away, leaving his future to rest. He couldn't be sure how he knew, or what had made it so. But now that he did, he was no longer afraid. He half wished that she'd wake up now and call him back to her side, that she'd tell him tonight was that night. Maybe one day was now and there was no reason to wait. But what if she did and he fell beside her, never to wake up to this world again? Content and happy and amnesia-ed to all the troubles of his former life…
So he'd wait. Because just now, fire still danced in a guarded place, ready to take on the world at his command… He closed her door with a soft thud, resting his forehead against the other side. After all, goodnight was only a word, no matter how unimpressive. And there were so many other much more beautiful words, just waiting to be found.
A/N: So that wraps it up! I hope you enjoyed these! And yes, I did make up the word amnesia-ed... sorry? I just absolutely needed that word there! :D
