It was always nice to wake up in a feather-soft bed, with the smell of roses and sunshine, and to brush his fingers across the ivory keys in anticipation of a sweet melody; one that would resound in his head for the rest of the day. It was always nice to see the familiar face of a good friend as they make their greetings with a warm hug. And it was nice how he could surround himself with the people he cared about and feel content.
And it would have also been nice for him to avoid waking up to the realization that his father was dead, and he himself had killed his best friend; that he was in the middle of a war, and that he had lost control of himself: one of the only things he promised to himself he wouldn't do. He couldn't even begin to comprehend how many died at his hands. He would have given anything to reverse his actions, and to atone for the chaos he had created.
But we can't always have what we want, can we?
The blood would forever stay on his hands in the form of the kind of guilt that made his throat clench up and his heart tear itself apart.
Fin.
A/N: well, I have no idea what brought upon this drabble… but I just wanted to do something random in response to the zero thing with quatre… comparing his life before the war with post episode 24? Or was it 21? I'm not sure, I haven't watched in a while .
I am aware of some grammatical errors in this, but frankly, I'm a little too tired to edit this, as it is 3 am.
But criticism is always welcomed :)
And if you're wondering if sunshine has a smell…just open your mind a bit. XD
