Bury Me Alive
Set episode 11 (Warless). At the theme park.
Also, anyone who reads 'Nothing to be Done About it', there probably won't be an update for a while. I have serious writers' block (I wrote this drabble ages ago) and I want to wait it out so I don't ruin the fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Loveless.
He was here. But that didn't make anything better.
I'd felt like I was drowning, waiting to be saved. Waiting for him.
And now he was here.
Now I had a different kind of need. I craved his touch, yearned for the safe contact of his arm sliding across my back.
He didn't love me. I knew that. But, somehow, when I was folded in his arms, it didn't matter. As long as he held me and I held him there was nothing bad in the world.
Not here though. Not now. I could feel Yuiko, Yayoi and Sensei stare at me, watching me gaze at him.
I almost wanted him to go. The longer he wasn't here was time to be used in forgetting and finding new safety, new memories.
The real kind.
The forever kind.
A/N: I was listening to 'Bury Me Alive' by We Are the Fallen while writing this, so blame them for the emo and the name. I don't own the song either.