Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ In The Bedroom ❯ Night 7 ( Chapter 7 )

In The Bedroom: Night 7

Numb. He didn't know if he was cold, if maybe he was injured, bleeding slowly, if perhaps his heart had slowed, mind stopped. There was only numbness. A lack of being. He didn't sigh as he collapsed on the bed, not surprised in the least when he couldn't feel the sheets. Not even aware there were sheets.

Dawn was pressing on the horizon; a smoke haze of flat, distorted pastel that might have been bright, had oz not met Shinigami that night. Fate works in strange ways, they say, but sometimes it stalls…Life numbs.

Duo blinked at the small, ratty clock radio, a brittle metal mess that was nothing better than a paperweight with painted red numbers. It said it was midnight, but it hadn't changed since he left the last room…left the last small island of perfection and found…

Duo blinked back something, he wasn't sure what. Something trickled down his cheek, but his eyes stared, oblivious. Why was it always so cold at midnight? And when had Juliet run off with the sun?

He didn't sleep. He succumbed. Too numb.