Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation. Maki Murakami does.
Prompt: It's all the same and all different and it's so damn confusing.
Rating: M for language and dark material.
stuck
The whispers are calm and gentle, a soothing caress against his shaking form, wrapping around the lashes across his back like cool bandages with healing cream.
Save me from myself.
Save me, save me, save me.
Save me, save me, save me.
Softened hands on his heated skin, calming fingers through his sweaty hair, comforting him like a mother would a frightened child. Something smooth and cold running along his wrists, and they trapped something much harder than bone.
I feel trapped, so empty.
I'm empty, I'm empty, I'm empty.
I'm empty, I'm empty, I'm empty.
He flinched harshly at the piercing click and crumple - metal against stone as that hard something fell to the ground. He slumped, and painfully so, and the wrappings of bandages were replaced by burning softness.
Not in the garage, but safe in bed. Not in bed, but safe in the garage.
There's such cold in here, for me.
I'm cold, I'm cold, I'm cold.
I'm cold, I'm cold, I'm cold.
He screamed.
An AR drabble I found in my notebook today. Thought I'd post it. :)
Couldn't get anything to center in Manager. Hopefully it does here.