Dying Embers
A/N: I'm ascared I may be a little inaccurate on somethings... But please, still review! I wrote this really late at night and I think I was in a daze, so... yeah, excuse it if it seems kinda.... iffy. Oh! And this is my first of TWO things! My first romance fic (ain't tellin' who, you gotta guess. until the end. then you'll know) , and my first one shot! Some of you may think its my first Trigun fic, but its not. I had one about a month ago, but it got removed. Fans of Six Flags Over Gunsmoke, fear not. A literate version is in the works, complete with a second chapter!
He stumbled into the dark room, waiting a moment to let his eyes adjust to the lack of light. His eyelids felt like weights over his dark eyes. He slumped lazily to the door on the other side of the room and reached for the handle, but before he had the chance to turn the knob, a deep sigh reached his ears. When he turned, he smiled gently.
The sleeping form of the tall girl was sprawled across the couch limply. It seemed she had been staring at the flames in the fire place until they had lulled her into a deep slumber and then burnt to a light glow, having completed their task. He walked to her side as she turned to face him in her sleep. He reached across her for the blanket that was always draped over the back of the couch. He stopped before grasping it though. She had begun to cry softly. He blinked and looked down at her. Kneeling on the floor before her, he watched her face intently. Why was she crying? He looked on worriedly as the tears spilled through her closed eyes. She was muttering something inaudible. "What is it, Honey?" he whispered to her, as though she could hear him. The uncontrolled tears continued to come. He reached out his arm to place a palm on her shoulder. It was then that he realized the problem; His hand was translucent. He wasn't really there. Her weepings and mutterings continued as the pillow beneath her head turned wet from her tears. As he squinted sadly at her, he wished he could join her in her chorus of sobs, which were growing more audible by the second. He stood, keeping his eyes closed, and turned, shoving his hands into his pockets. Heavyhearted, he bowed his head and as he did so, he understood her words.
She was repeating the same four words over and over. "I love you, Nicholas..." she whispered between sniffs and sobs.
He felt invisible pain all over as he replied to her with an unheard answer. "I love you, too, Millie..."
A/N: Sniff sniff. So bittersweet, gosh its sad. Actually, not to me, but to my friends it was. This has to be, like the fifteenth time I've read it, so, its kinda old. PLEASE REVIEW! ... and gimme money! Peace.