Title- These Hands
Fandom- PSoH
Pairings- LeonxD
Rating- PG- Leon angst, mild language
Notes- This one started as a fic from D's POV, but I decided it would be interesting to try it from Leon's POV. That and I had just read one from D's POV, and I didn't want to feel like I was plagiarizing.
Eyes closed. Breathe Deeply. Ease the pain away. I cry- it helps. No one knows that at night I become this helpless creature, crying for all I am worth, until it feels like I can't breathe.
I look at these hands- these hands that remember your touch, the silken feel of your skin- and tears run freely down my face.
I lie awake in those grey hours before dawn and I try to forget your haunting face; I try every night, and every night I fail. It's those dam eyes- those glorious, frightening eyes- I can't get them out of my head. Dammit, they drive me insane!
It's times like now that make me want to hate you- you've left these haunting images of you in my mind, and I am unable to purge them away. They are always there in the back of my head...
Always.
But I can't bring myself to do it.
Damn, even these hands remember you. These hands which have killed so many, which have been drenched in blood, and which were still allowed to touch you still remember you.
Dammit, they can't forget you.
Dammit.
Not matter how far away from me you are or how long it's been since I last touched you, these hands will always remember you.
Always.