Dizzy

Staring through the ceiling of his apartment, with the piece of paper in his hand.

The pale moon watches over the world made of broken dreams and sorrow, and it was the infinity of these scenes that made the night follows the day.

He looked at the phone- dead.

He sighed. His eyes were growing tired. His socks were damp. The bed wasn't comfortable.

Nothing new.

The piece of pizza that was left yesterday was still there…already stale.

The cold wind rushes through the semi-opened window. It made his hair move, but his eyes were still stoned.

Once again, he looked at the piece of paper.

He left the bed and went to the phone.

Dialed the number that was almost unreadable. The ink used to write it smudged all over the paper.

There was a ring… and then another.

A voice answered.

"Yes?"

He took a deep breath.

"Hello?" the voice continued.

"It's me…"

The voice went silent.

The husky tone of the woman whom he met once again spoke.

"Athrun."

"Uhuh."

They were both silent after that. It's been a week since that incident on the bus happened. Every night, Athrun does this.

He dials her number, but he presses the phone's plunger, just as the call is being answered.

The voice began to speak again.

" Why?"

It was a simple question. He didn't bother answering.

The voice once again spoke.

"Meet me…"

He hangs up. Went to the closet to change, and then he's off.

(end of scene)

The coffee was bitter, but she added a lot of cream to mask the taste.

She was taking a sip. He was in front of her. He was writing something… A poem.

About her? She isn't sure.

He handed out the paper. She read it.

Dizzy

I'm like the doubting hands of the prophet

Who longed to touch your side

Broken and fragile

And dizzy for redemption…

She smiled. Her golden brown eyes got the meaning.

She stood and leaned against his ear.

"I understand…"

(End of scene)

He was lying on her bed. She was half- asleep. Her hands kept on tracing the contours of his face. Once again, the wind rushes through his naked skin. He was staring at the apartment's ceiling.

The view isn't familiar.

Her soft body curled into a tight ball beside him.

Strange. But it was real.

The infinite space between them, reduced to a simple inch… and they became one.

It was really strange.

He smelled her hair.

She opened her eyes…gave him a knowing look.

"I'm here…"