A/N: I'm baaack! Told you guys I couldn't stay away! Anyway, even though I have about five drabbles in my "incomplete" folder right now, I wrote this on sheer impulse. (When I should be doing my AP Chem or AP US History Homework, but, oh, well). And, just to note, since I'm now on chapter 51, you'll be stuck with me for at least another 24 chapters, until I reach another multiple of 25. Just 'cause I'm OCD like that :)
-Title: Reason- -Word Count: 198- -Warnings: Nope-
Sometimes, it is just all too much for him. The world is too random, too desperate, too hopeless. There are days when each step is an agonizing battle, each breath a conscious decision that is just too hard to make. Maybe it is raining that day-- or maybe the sheer overwhelmingness of life has just struck him in that moment for whatever reason. All he knows is that, on those days, it is all he can do to keep walking forward. It is all he can do to keep from curling up in a ball and choking on his tears. Those are the days when the cold black metal of a gun barrel starts to seem inviting, when it would be so easy just to sleep… and never wake up again.
But he fights it, tears the gun away from his head and puts it back down on the table. At first, it is automatic, mechanical, and for several long moments, he cannot summon a reason as to why he shouldn't just give up.
But then he sees her face clearly in his mind's eye, and he knows that she will always be reason enough to live.
A/N: Honestly, I'm not really sure where that just came from. I intended it to be about Ed, but somehow it came out Royai. I guess you can blame pandafoot105's drabbles for the inspiration, if I came from anywhere at all. :) MoD.
