Title :: Thresholds
Prompt :: August 6th, “three thousand five hundred miles away” [
31_days]
Characters :: Watanuki, abstract mentions of Yuuko and Doumeki and Himawari
Rating :: PG
Warnings :: Spoilery-ish for 185.
Wordcount :: 100
Summary :: The shop, he thinks, is home.
The shop, he thinks, is home.
Perhaps the closest approximation he has ever had, and he remembers waking up to scarlet lips and the smell of blood and the softness of Himawari's smile and knowing that he is both alive and safe.
Remembers knowing, beyond a doubt, that this is a world in which he has reason to exist, and that the reason is them.
And I will wait for her, just like they have waited for me.
(And this is nothing but paying the price for already having his dearest wish fulfilled.)