Title: Closest to the Heart
Length: Drabble
Author: VanitasFajitas/IllusionDolls/Matt's Goggles
You very, very carefully take a few, slow steps outside, your knees trembling all the while.
In your widened eyes, all of the fear and unknowing of a lost little girl is plain to see. On the porch, you watch the snowflakes flutter throughout the cold, morning air, waiting for something. For something to happen.
It's been five days since your release from the hospital. The bed in your room is familiar and comfortable, but it is no different from that hard old bed at the hospital. Why, one may ask? Because, like the hospital bed, your own bed is…lonely.
In the process of readjusting to roaming the empty halls of your home, the snowfall today is sure to do you some good. Reluctantly, you ghost two fingers over the center of your chest. The magnificence of nature is something one should keep close to the heart.
The look in your eyes remains distant from all that surrounds you, the light of the sun not reaching them in the least. The warmth of the light reaches out to comfort you, but you cannot help but push it away. Alone. You has been, or felt alone for so long.
You narrow your eyes when you notices a figure in the distance, just beneath your favorite tree. The branches of this tree are, of course, ornamented in snow. From what you can see, the object below the tree is a large pile of snow.
But, wait…
You walk from your porch and closer to the tree. You has no shoes on, but are not bothered by the wetness of the snow seeping through your socks.
Within moments, you realize that this mysterious shape is a human. And this realization brings a minuscule smile to grace your lips.
The person sitting under the tree looks to be something of an angel, as not only is he dressed in pure white, but the curly locks of hair atop his head are, in fact, that same snow white.
"Near." you whisper to your dear friend, seeing him again for the first time in as long as two years. Expression blank, as usual, Near turns your way only to see your eyes watering with dependence.
"(name), my love, let us go inside. You don't want to get frostbite." Near says softly, looking at your soaked feet. Out of ecstasy, your heart skips a beat. 'My love'?
Length: Drabble
Author: VanitasFajitas/IllusionDolls/Matt's Goggles
You very, very carefully take a few, slow steps outside, your knees trembling all the while.
In your widened eyes, all of the fear and unknowing of a lost little girl is plain to see. On the porch, you watch the snowflakes flutter throughout the cold, morning air, waiting for something. For something to happen.
It's been five days since your release from the hospital. The bed in your room is familiar and comfortable, but it is no different from that hard old bed at the hospital. Why, one may ask? Because, like the hospital bed, your own bed is…lonely.
In the process of readjusting to roaming the empty halls of your home, the snowfall today is sure to do you some good. Reluctantly, you ghost two fingers over the center of your chest. The magnificence of nature is something one should keep close to the heart.
The look in your eyes remains distant from all that surrounds you, the light of the sun not reaching them in the least. The warmth of the light reaches out to comfort you, but you cannot help but push it away. Alone. You has been, or felt alone for so long.
You narrow your eyes when you notices a figure in the distance, just beneath your favorite tree. The branches of this tree are, of course, ornamented in snow. From what you can see, the object below the tree is a large pile of snow.
But, wait…
You walk from your porch and closer to the tree. You has no shoes on, but are not bothered by the wetness of the snow seeping through your socks.
Within moments, you realize that this mysterious shape is a human. And this realization brings a minuscule smile to grace your lips.
The person sitting under the tree looks to be something of an angel, as not only is he dressed in pure white, but the curly locks of hair atop his head are, in fact, that same snow white.
"Near." you whisper to your dear friend, seeing him again for the first time in as long as two years. Expression blank, as usual, Near turns your way only to see your eyes watering with dependence.
"(name), my love, let us go inside. You don't want to get frostbite." Near says softly, looking at your soaked feet. Out of ecstasy, your heart skips a beat. 'My love'?
" L, I'm sorry, too. I couldn't find a proper robot that could stand. And it's too big, too... Ah! It sunk!"
" Oh no! Now how's he gonna eat it?"
" I dunno!" *sniff* " Our cake is ruined!"
L stared down at the two children who are both near tears. He felt his chest tighten and before he knew it, he grabbed the children and embraced them tightly.
" Thank you, both of you. It's the nicest cake I've ever had."
* Someday... may fate be kind to you. And I wish you'll never have to take my place...*