Authors Notes: Another FaixKuro drabble, this time from Kurogane's POV. It was something I came up with a loooonnnnggg time ago, and found it in one of my old notepads. Have fun butchering it; critique is enjoyed and appreciated!
He's lost, I can tell. He's finally at his breaking point; I was starting to believe he didn't have one, that when his time came he would just disappear instead of dying, that stupid grin plastered to his pale lips. It would be more his style, I think, if that was to be his fate, to sort of melt away. He claims he's not afraid of death; in fact, he seems to welcome the thought of it. What he really fears is life, of living with the fear of breaking down, of being caught on his wild trapeze through various worlds in attempt to flee this person he so adamantly refuses to talk about.
I guess in the beginning I was upset that he wouldn't take his life seriously; I wanted to force him to change it, to be honest with himself and face his fears. He should face it like a man! I told myself as I attempted to trick answers out of him, catch him off guard and see if something slipped. I can't tell if it would matter now, now that he's as lifeless as a puddle. His one cerulean eye gazes at me without the sparkle it used to have, without the playfulness, like the life has been sucked out of him along with his left eye. Why did I save him? I ask myself silently, and I know he's asking himself the same thing. Our gazes meet and I can't stop myself before I think, I guess I love him.