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poet_at_heartTitle: Please tell me this is just a nightmare.
Song: Alone in this bed
Artist: Framing Hanley
(Words:) 942 words.
Rating: T (Nothing serious, just a bit of pain and emotional stress.)
Warnings: Uh, nothing. It's a bit of Zoro's POV about two years before 'These familiar streets' starts. Couldn't help but write something about it ^^'
Disclaimers: Of course I own this! NOT! I only owns the idea, music and Zoro belongs to their respective owners.
Pain.
Heat.
Physical.
Emotional.
Like his chest was caving in on itself, his very life seeping out through the wound on his chest, as the fever raged wracked havoc in his body, burning his insides and making him see strange things. He could see their faces. Smiling, crying, angry, it felt like they were there right next to him.
But it was only memories, he knew that, somewhere deep inside he realized it. Though, it felt much better thinking that the memories were the present, then the pain were ebbing out and disappearing.
The bed was cold even if he was so warm, no one lied beside him and gave and took body warmth. No one else other than the stars outside the window looked down at him. He pressed his palms into his eyes, tried to focus on the physical pain, the pain he could handle, not the one in his crushed heart.
Then, a cold hand ghosted over his hot forehead. He sat up with a jolt, looked around the room and tried to find who ever had touched him, panting. But no one was there. It had only been his fucking imagination. Again.
Feeling the dizziness increase and taking over, he felt how his heavy body fell down on the mattress.
He closed his clouded eyes, tried to fall into sleep so that he could dream instead. Hopefully, it would be a good dream, a dream filled with happy memories. Not like the nightmare he had been living these past months.
Song: Alone in this bed
Artist: Framing Hanley
(Words:) 942 words.
Rating: T (Nothing serious, just a bit of pain and emotional stress.)
Warnings: Uh, nothing. It's a bit of Zoro's POV about two years before 'These familiar streets' starts. Couldn't help but write something about it ^^'
Disclaimers: Of course I own this! NOT! I only owns the idea, music and Zoro belongs to their respective owners.
Pain.
Heat.
Physical.
Emotional.
Like his chest was caving in on itself, his very life seeping out through the wound on his chest, as the fever raged wracked havoc in his body, burning his insides and making him see strange things. He could see their faces. Smiling, crying, angry, it felt like they were there right next to him.
But it was only memories, he knew that, somewhere deep inside he realized it. Though, it felt much better thinking that the memories were the present, then the pain were ebbing out and disappearing.
The bed was cold even if he was so warm, no one lied beside him and gave and took body warmth. No one else other than the stars outside the window looked down at him. He pressed his palms into his eyes, tried to focus on the physical pain, the pain he could handle, not the one in his crushed heart.
Then, a cold hand ghosted over his hot forehead. He sat up with a jolt, looked around the room and tried to find who ever had touched him, panting. But no one was there. It had only been his fucking imagination. Again.
Feeling the dizziness increase and taking over, he felt how his heavy body fell down on the mattress.
He closed his clouded eyes, tried to fall into sleep so that he could dream instead. Hopefully, it would be a good dream, a dream filled with happy memories. Not like the nightmare he had been living these past months.
