Dedicated to Blu, because she's the one who got me hooked on this crazy-ass show, and Hustino because…well, because!
Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun, though I wish I owned at least a Wolfwood plushie…::cries::
-Just Can't Cry-
For the tenth time that night, he woke to her shuddering sobs. He knew that she muffled her cries so that she wouldn't wake the others.
"Mille, dear, what's the matter?" She made no reply. "Millie?" Still no answer. He sighed in slight irritation. 'At least I can say I tried…' he thought.
He wrapped his arms around her prone form. "Shh, Millie, shh," he murmured softly into her hair. "Hush and try to sleep."
The insurance girl still paid no heed to his words. She continued to sob, rocking back and forth, back and forth.
He sighed once more and laid his head on her shoulder. "Why won't you listen to me, Big Girl?"
He began to hear murmured words among the girl's sobs. 'Who is she weeping for?' he wondered.
"He's gone," Millie whispered. "Gone."
"Who?" he asked, beyond confused.
"Why did he have to die?! Why did he leave me all alone?!" she cried, sobbing harder.
"Who? Who is it, Millie?" he asked again. "I can't help you if you don't tell me, honey!"
Millie sobbed and sobbed into her already-soaked pillow. Through her crying, he could only understand four words: "I love you, Wolfwood."
He jerked away from her. "What did you…?" He never finished his sentence, because he remembered.
Remembered what had happened.
The church, the bullet wound…he was tremendously sad, horribly depressed, but he couldn't bring himself to cry.
He held his head in his hands, his thoughts accompanied by Millie's sobs.
God, it sucked being dead.