Title: Weak
Summary: Sometimes heaven takes the form of small white pills.
Pairing: Fabina
Disclaimer: I don't own.
The pills feel cool and hard in her hand.
She fingers them, letting her gaze play over the white lettering. She doesn't count them, doesn't know how many there are. But she knows it's enough.
She leans back, her head hitting the headboard with a loud thunk. A sigh escapes her lips, and she frowns.
The bare bed she sits across from begs for her attention, and she turns to it. Looks at it. Remembers when it was covered with blankets and sheets, when there were posters and pictures on the surrounding walls, when the bed was warm and occupied and not lonely and cold.
She looks back to the pills in her hand. Wonders how many he took. Wonders if he thought about the amount, if he thought about it long before he did it. Or was it a split second decision, much like she was making now?
She pulls away the warm sheets, gets up from Eddie's bed, and sits on top of his. Lies down, spreading herself across the stripped mattress. Closes her eyes. Thinks. Remembers.
Nina always knew Fabian couldn't stand up for himself, wasn't assertive. But she didn't know how weak he really was until two weeks ago, May twenty-first. Nine fifty-three pm.
Even the strong will crack at the end, she thinks, and without another thought she swallows the pills. Together. All at once. It takes a few tries to get them all down, but she finally does.
She relaxes back onto the bed. Stares at the dresser beside it, welcoming the numbing feeling that spreads through her body within minutes. Calls up thoughts of him in her last moments. Wonders why everything had to go so horribly wrong.
As the world fades to black, she swears she can see him smile.