Tears
He sat up abruptly in his bed. The nightmares...Mana. The pain in his left eye, he could feel it activating on its own. It hungers to kill. It lusts for akuma blood.
And it hurts.
Uncontrollably, tears started rolling down his face. He can't help it. It's so cold, and it hurts so much.
He held a hand to his left eye and got out of his bed. He wants air, it's so suffocating that he can't stand it anymore.
He exited his room and stood in the corridor outside. Link is in the room to his right, supervising him under the command of Rouvelier. To his left is her room.
Before even knowing what he was doing, he walked before her door. He didn't know why, he really wanted to be with her right now. He knocked, even when he told himself he can't.
He heard slow footsteps and within seconds, the door was opened by a very sleepy looking girl wearing only her tank top and shorts. She rubbed her eyes and yawned.
"I..." He didn't know what to say. Because he didn't even know why he's here. He only really wanted to see her.
She looked up to him. It took her a few seconds to realize the meaning behind his left hand over his left eye. When she did realize, the sleepiness in her eyes were gone in a flash, replaced by a worried frown.
She pulled on his right hand and led him into her room. Closing the door behind her, she turned back to him. She stepped closer to him and raised a hand to wipe away the tears on his face. Gently and cautiously, she peeled his hand away from his left eye and frowned. His left eye was activated, but his actual eye was swelling.
He looked down, not daring to look at her in the eye.
"Does it hurt?" her voice was gentle and warm. He wanted to burst into tears, she was too gentle.
"Hm." he nodded.
She brushed the hair away from his eye. He froze when she suddenly leaned in and gently touched her lips to the left side of his forehead, where the scar formed a star. She then pulled him into her arms.
He wrapped his arms tightly around her. He can't stand it anymore. He can't.
She felt his legs giving out. Unable to support his weight, she too knelt down onto the floor. He was clinging onto her tightly, almost as if he was scared to let go.
He was crying. She felt him shaking. She felt his cold tears dropping onto her upper arm, where that scar was. She didn't even care. She held him tighter.
"It hurts. It hurts a lot." He said into her shoulder. He could feel his facade breaking, crumbling to dust in front of her. He can't help it. He can't.
She inhaled. It hurts. It hurts to see him like this. It hurts so much. Her chest felt like a hole was burning through it. She didn't want to let him go.
He cried. She's so warm. It's not cold in her arms. She was gently caressing his hair with one hand while her other hand patted his back in such a comforting way.
It's so warm in her arms.
Then why won't his tears stop falling?
Please, please don't let go...