No Longer Alone-Serge
"Gah! Not again!" Serge cried. This was the twenty-third failure of his current experiment, and he was starting to get frustrated. He plopped down into a nearby chair and ran his hands through his hair. Taffy, who'd gotten bored, had gone off a while ago to play with Sabrina, so Serge was by himself. Klaus was also gone this weekend, visiting family. Serge had the prefect's office to himself. He didn't like it.
He hated to admit it, but he hated being by himself.
For the first few years after the accident, he'd been by himself. Sure, he saw and talked to other people, but he was always aloof and isolated. Alone. After about three years, he got desperate for companionship and had haphazardly animated Taffy, the stuffed animal his grandmother had made him when he was a little kid. It took a month or so, but he ended up with his faithful familiar, who brought a ray of light into his life.
Then he'd returned to the academy just over a year ago, and met Sabrina. She'd been like the sun after what seemed an eternal night. Her unfailingly good natured, and acceptance of him, despite his past failures and mistakes, had saved him from a hole which he couldn't get out of by himself.
Because of her, he was no longer alone.
There was a knock on the door, and a moment later Sabrina popped her head in. "Serge? Are you in here?"
Sabrina yelped in surprise as she was suddenly drawn into the warm, strong arms of her boyfriend. He hugged her close, not saying a word as he buried his face in her hair inhaling deeply. Without a second thought, she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him back.
Who knows how long the hug lasted. He let her go, beaming, "Sabrina! Come get some dinner with me!"
"Sure thing." She returned his grin and gripped his hand, "I had actually come here to ask you that."