Title: Silhouette
Prompt: Getting old
Pairing: Quatre/Usagi
Word Count: 197
A/N: I think I might be growing an obsession with this pairing. Maybe I'll write a real fanfiction about it someday? XD


"Quatre," I call, rocking silently in the wooden rocking chair my mother had given me before her death. The clock... was it ticking so loudly before?

"Quatre," I repeat, letting my eyes fall to the floor. The room is silent, save for the grandfather clock, and motionless. I swallow and hunch over slowly, turning an unseeing gaze to the hands sitting limply in my lap. They clutch a tarnished golden locket, emblazed with the initials 'U.W.' on the back.

Suddenly the silent and lifeless room is stifling. I choke on air and throw myself down onto the floor, barely hearing a dull thud and a disgusting crack. I feel nothing, and I curl half into a fetal position, using one hand to weakly pull useless, dead legs against my chest. Curling my withered hands into my chest with the locket trapped beween them, I hardly notice as the sights and sounds around me begin to fade. Static rushes in my ears.

I don't notice when the door opens and the full-time maid screams, "Mrs. Winner!", before rushing over to me. All I see is a silhouette surrounded by a blinding white light... My Quatre.