Disclaimey thingy: I own none of the work by Jhonen! NONE!

*/*/* The next morning Nny woke up. He left his eyes closed. He was somewhere hard. He remembered, Devi had been here. But he'd fallen asleep. Strange, he'd given up the suggestion that he needed sleep. But since he was waking up, it meant he had definitely fallen asleep, and therefore it could have been a dream. He couldn't believe he'd fallen asleep.

He didn't sleep. Never.

But he had. Had it been a dream? He hoped not. If it had been, then he would positively die. He didn't think he could get all the things he'd said to her (possibly in a dream) another time. He opened his eyes. He was lying on the floor. There was a cramp in his arm from sleeping on it, and he felt rested for once. Last night he'd felt quite zombie-like. But now he felt more human. He sat up, stretching his sore body. He glanced around. He was in the upper level of the house, so one of the boarded-up front windows was letting in some morning sunlight. The once eerie house was actually pleasant. Nny stretched some more and glanced around the floor.

There was a folded piece of paper lying about a foot from him. He picked it up cautiously with two fingers and unfolded it delicately. Inside were scrawled the following words in pencil:

Nny, Even when the wind is at your back, it still feels just as cold. -Devi PS: See you again soon?

Nny folded the paper back up carefully and placed it back on the grubby floorboard. He smiled. He was happy. He hadn't been happy in a while. It was rather frightening. But it was better than a sinking depression. He stood up and walked out of the house. Maybe he'd get a brainfreezy or a fizz-wizz. He wasn't sure what. He just wanted to get out for a while and stretch his legs. Sleep could really do wonders. Or maybe it was the note. The prospect of someone actually giving a thought so much as to write him a message, no matter how short. He's deciphered the message by now. It meant that even when life is as good as it can possibly be, there's always something missing anyway. At least the part that was hard to understand. But the PS, he wasn't sure how to interpret that. Did it mean that she wanted to see him again, or was it merely a question, asking if she was going to see him again? He was confused. Devi simply made him feel that way. Nny strolled downtown, whistling. He wondered what to do with his morning. He then remembered something that he'd wanted to do. He pulled his die-ary swiftly out of his jacket pocket. He ripped out a page and poised his pencil over it, gathering his thoughts.

*/*/* A few hours later Devi reached her apartment, and she was steaming. It had just not been her day so far. She leaned against the wall and heaved a sigh. Tenna came up behind her on her way out of the building.

"Heya Devi! Wussup? Hey, what's that?" Tenna asked, pointing to a paper, folded in half, taped to Devi's door as she passed. Devi gave a small wave to acknowledge that she'd noticed Tenna was there, and turned her attention to the paper. She reached out and pulled the paper gently off the door so as not to tear it. It fell open in her hand.

Devi, Often we are so diverted by endeavors in our own existence that we fail to concede things ensuing in the larger depiction of our being. Often things preoccupy us so significantly that we do not acknowledge things happening in the milieu. Caught up in every daytime distraction, we are to some extent alienated from our emotions. I, having little of such to preoccupy me, have been able to focus on my feelings, the ones that have been mystifying me for rather some point in time. It frightens me quite some to have to acknowledge what I have been feeling for the said period of time. In truth, there are the minority of terms I know of to express these feelings, so I might as well just come clean with it before I change my mind about enlightening you on the matter I speak of. Straightforwardly, the only words I can think of to let you recognize what I am feeling at this point (and what a peculiar point it is for me) are to simply say that I love you. I highly doubt those words are strong enough to let my true feelings be known, but they are the only ones in close proximity to my actual emotions. I could say that I love you, and I believe that I do, but I sense it goes deeper than that. Love can lose color in time, but this, this just stays near me no matter what I do to try and stop it. It is perhaps deeper than love, if there is such an emotion. If so, I believe I feel just that. Often people become slaves to their passions, and I suppose this is true for me, as I don't suppose that ten minutes pass without you being on my mind. It is weird and wonderful, yet alarming that I, seeing what I once was, (but what I am no more) am able to experience such potent feelings as these. I know that you still do not trust me, which is understandable, and I sense that you are not considering amnesty for me owing to my earlier actions. I am not going to lie and say it didn't wound me within by the way our budding relationship did not succeed in the way I anticipated that it would. I know it hurt you Devi. I know there is no way it could have not, for the reason that I assume you were wanting it to turn out in some positive manner, as was I. But, although I am not expecting one, I will merely state that often second chances are prevalent in unsuccessful relationships. And if you would be so inclined, I ask you for that chance. I beg you for that chance, wholeheartedly and honestly. And I assure you that ill-fated attempts on your life will not even be considered if for some outlandish reason you give me that chance. Plain and simple, Devi, I do love you. You are the only person I recall loving in my existence. So it is an alien thing for me. I have little to give, as you know. So as I said long ago, I give you my nothing. It is little more than nothing, anyway. But I give you my heart, wholly. I only pray that my heart may be enough for you, for it is all I have to give.

-Nny

Devi stared at the note in her hand in disbelief.

More soon.

~Moonchild