For disclaimers see chapter 1.
Dedications: Another week, another manic Wednesday, another double drabble.
Enjoy.
"Sweet Dreams."
The two words are a poor substitute, I know, but I cannot tell her if there is even the smallest chance of her hearing me. Part of me wants her to hear.
I know I have to get out of here; I have to leave before I say something else, before I give myself away.
I stop before I reach the doors, needing to look back one more time, to be sure that she is actually behind me, that I actually managed to get her back.
Yesterday I almost lost her. I turned, looked at her one last time, and then I abandoned her.
I could see the fear in her eyes; telling me to go, all the while terrified I would. I would rather die than see that again.
She has never been so precious to me. I used to think I could shake this feeling, ignore it, but it's dragging me down and I can't deny it any longer.
"I love you, Seven." The words fill the empty air between us and I feel the truth in them, I do love her. Of this I am certain.
But I know she can never love me in return.
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