Relena
Aftermath
"Relena!"
I sit curled up, naked in a shower stall. I don't know how long I have been here. It feels like forever in a moment. The water had turned icy, time must have passed. It beats down on my flesh, my skin once blistering and pink from the heat has changed to a white tinged blue.
"Relena?"
I stare upwards as the voice finally penetrates my distant mind. Looking at him dumbly, his two eyes full of sympathy, a brief touch of a hand on my shoulder, before he turns off the flow of water.
"Relena..."
I close at my eyes at the underlying, unrelenting pleading tones of his voice. He sounds so sad. Internally I dislike that, but... I continue to cry, even with the water stops brushing away my tears.
"Relena."
I shiver as a warm hand touches my skin. His hands are lifting me up by my shoulders, he has pretty hands I notice as he pulls me into his arms. The deep blue cotton on his shirt quickly dampens and darkens as my goose bumped body comes in contact with his own sweated soaked one. He is still breathing harshly.
"Relena, don't worry," he says soothingly, arms rocking me back and forth, like I'm a baby. "I'm here, we are all here." He said more forcibly, "For you Relena."
I shudder as the tears stop. His blue eyes crinkle as he smiles. His messy blond hair stuck to his forehead is dislodged as I gently brush it away. He smiles again.
"Thanks Quatre," I say too quaveringly, my smile weak and wavering as I answer back.
"Relena, it touches us all somehow, all of this..." He is taking me away from the moist air of the bathroom, out in to my bedroom where he lays me tenderly under the sheets, wrapping my duvets around me snugly.
"I know, Quatre. That's why I can't sure this side of myself to everyone else. I have to be..."
"Relena..." and his eyes darken in understanding.