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Aline took the last hit of the night, hoping with all her heart Morpheus would take some mercy on her and allow her to sleep. It was rainy as if often was on June, but the rhythmic tapping of the rain on the window didn't offer any comfort.
A deep sight escaped her lips. It was cold, much too cold for her taste, no relief came of being curled up under heavy thick blankets, cold seeped inside her through the air in her lungs, making it hard to breathe, making it hard to keep the pieces from crumbling down.
Another sleepless day, another dreamless night. Another night alone.
She wanted him more than she needed him, and she needed him more than anything in the world. So much time had passed since they had been together it all felt like a distant memory, a fading dream of a stranger.
Broken as she was it was perfectly clear for her that she was damaged goods. Her insides were so empty it was hard to believe there still was a heart to break. She couldn't feel her pulse, just the aching, but if her heart was broken she'd be dead, right?
Being half alive wasn't what she wanted to be. And what was the difference of trading a fugitive lifestyle for another? She had found home in his arms.
The destination held no significance, it could be anywhere, it could be nowhere just as long as he was there.
They'd race the dream together. Hope started building her heart up, making it aerostatic, making it hard to think. Entirely unconscious she got off the bed and started pacing around the room, what time was it? What day was it? How far was she from her heart?
She could feel the ground on her feet, the wind whooshing as she bolted through trees. Running to the edge of the world. Running to stay alive, knowing each step just took her one step closer to him, nothing else mattered.
Together as one against all others.
Deidara stood in the middle of the forest, with no particular memory as to how he had got there. This had become a sort of ritual, walking all the way through the night willing for peace that never came, and as the sun started to rise he'd realize he'd been looking for her, again.
Wandering through the forest was pointless, as he was well aware of, but it always felt like he was wasting time whenever he wasn't looking at her face and staying in motion was the only thing that made time make sense anymore. She'd been gone for what seemed like forever, what if she'd left forever? What if something had gone wrong, what if she didn't come back?
Surely he'd know if something had gone wrong. No doubt everyone would celebrate if there had been an Akatsuki down.
His heart sank, cringing away from the pain that came with the thought.
He could see her face even from behind his eyelids. How many times had he shaped her face with his fingertips? How many times had he cupped her cheek just to feel the softness of her skin, the warmth of her blush. How many nights had he woken up with her laying next to him and yet it wasn't enough. It never ceased to amaze him how that beautiful creature curled to his side, and rested her head on his chest…
He knew her face better than his own, her full lips, her big eyes, the softness of her features, how her upper lip sticked out ever so slightly.
It wasn't until he woke up surrounded by the darkness that he realized he had fallen asleep. Loss of time was what he craved for the most these days, because every second without her felt like a waste a time. He got up, and stretched knowing he should get going, knowing she wouldn't be there, knowing it was very unlikely to fall asleep again.
Reluctantly he made his way back to the lair, it was very possible he'd find it empty again and for once that bothered him a little. He was feeling lonely enough without really being alone, the main entrance was open and he dragged his body through the living room and into the main hall where the rooms were.
Deidara started taking his shirt off before he even reached his room and the ring he'd all but forgotten about fell to the wooden floor, he picked it up and a shot of longing ran through his body.
The girl with golden eyes he just couldn't resist. She was his hope, she was everything he'd hope to find, everything he wanted but just didn't know yet… Fragile didn't even came close to describing how he felt.
He opened the door without bothering to turn the lights on, and as his eyes adjusted to the lack of light he saw a small shadow that wouldn't disappear. A small figure sitting on his bed. And everything fell back into place. And he couldn't help but have ecstasy crush him. The fire in her eyes grew deep. Time stopped and his heart hammered on his chest as he crushed his body to hers, kissing her much too urgently as if he was afraid she'd disappear.