gravity of innocence
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,144
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
gravity of innocence
A part of the near future…
Life was not easy. He had tasted the difficulty, the harshness and the boldness of life a long time ago.
He didn't remember anymore what it felt like to be a child .Those days that he had spent on having fun, free from responsibilities and problems were long forgotten.
He felt like he had lived for so long that now he was an old man.
Trapped in a white, lifeless room, he tried to think about the happy moments of his life but he remembered nothing but blood, pain, lies, rejection, tears and cries of agony.
Professor Mitchell said that he could cure his heart but could he cure the pain that he was feeling inside? Who could cure his wounded heart from inside? Where was Yuki?
A soft whimper escaped from his lips. His room was quiet, too quiet. He could hear his heart beat. It was getting slower and slower but it didn't matter.
No, it didn't matter anymore that he was all alone in this heart breaking pain. It didn't matter anymore because he had learned that he shouldn't have cared in the first place and now he didn't care anymore. He didn't care that he was dying inside .The pain was too much. It was eating him from inside and Yuki wasn't there to ease his pain.
The desire to scream and cry was killing him but he didn't scream. He didn't cry either. The past night in this lifeless room, he had stopped him self from crying. Today was no different. The same coldness was around him, making its way inside his heart.
Shivering, he whimpered one more time.
Eyes burning with unwelcome tears he stared at the white ceiling. He wanted to sit. He wanted to move, to jump, to run, to laugh...He wanted to see Yuki one more time. He wanted to kiss him one last time, but he couldn't.
Here, he was trapped. He even couldn't breath on his own.
Those unwelcome tears ran down on his pale cheeks and made his face wet. He could taste the salty water on his dry lips.
He just hoped that all of these were some kind of a nightmare. He just hoped that one he would wake up and laugh at the silly bad dream.
But when he closed his tired eyes, he knew that his hope was nothing but a silly wish and he realized that no matter how much he told himself other wise, the truth was that he badly cared.
Where was Yuki when he needed him the most?
He missed him so much.
He saw a nurse coming in, and instantly remembered her. It was Nurse O'Hara. He felt thankful when she injected something in his hand and he felt himself going in the very familiar darkness, except that this time, he was almost sure that he was never going to come back.
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Life was not easy. He had tasted the difficulty, the harshness and the boldness of life a long time ago.
He didn't remember anymore what it felt like to be a child .Those days that he had spent on having fun, free from responsibilities and problems were long forgotten.
He felt like he had lived for so long that now he was an old man.
Trapped in a white, lifeless room, he tried to think about the happy moments of his life but he remembered nothing but blood, pain, lies, rejection, tears and cries of agony.
Professor Mitchell said that he could cure his heart but could he cure the pain that he was feeling inside? Who could cure his wounded heart from inside? Where was Yuki?
A soft whimper escaped from his lips. His room was quiet, too quiet. He could hear his heart beat. It was getting slower and slower but it didn't matter.
No, it didn't matter anymore that he was all alone in this heart breaking pain. It didn't matter anymore because he had learned that he shouldn't have cared in the first place and now he didn't care anymore. He didn't care that he was dying inside .The pain was too much. It was eating him from inside and Yuki wasn't there to ease his pain.
The desire to scream and cry was killing him but he didn't scream. He didn't cry either. The past night in this lifeless room, he had stopped him self from crying. Today was no different. The same coldness was around him, making its way inside his heart.
Shivering, he whimpered one more time.
Eyes burning with unwelcome tears he stared at the white ceiling. He wanted to sit. He wanted to move, to jump, to run, to laugh...He wanted to see Yuki one more time. He wanted to kiss him one last time, but he couldn't.
Here, he was trapped. He even couldn't breath on his own.
Those unwelcome tears ran down on his pale cheeks and made his face wet. He could taste the salty water on his dry lips.
He just hoped that all of these were some kind of a nightmare. He just hoped that one he would wake up and laugh at the silly bad dream.
But when he closed his tired eyes, he knew that his hope was nothing but a silly wish and he realized that no matter how much he told himself other wise, the truth was that he badly cared.
Where was Yuki when he needed him the most?
He missed him so much.
He saw a nurse coming in, and instantly remembered her. It was Nurse O'Hara. He felt thankful when she injected something in his hand and he felt himself going in the very familiar darkness, except that this time, he was almost sure that he was never going to come back.
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