Non-challenge
Title: Memories
Author:
sparrow779
Rating: G
Character(s): Toukou
Word Count: 177
Summary: none
There's still traces of him in the air...
She stood, hesitantly, at the door to the apartment. Do I really...want to go in there?
That night, more than a year ago now, was so firmly etched in her mind...
A circle of chalk or sand, she'd never been sure which, only of the runes and their importance...bullets...pain...fear...practically choking on the fear...and the anger.
The anger was what she really remembered. Why did she have to- Without realizing it, she'd crossed the threshold, and stood in the room. That room.
It still feels as if...She closed her eyes, remembering...remembering...him. "Amon..." Her features twisted in anger and grief, she grabbed a long-forgotten piece of something, hard plastic, firm and reassuring in her hand, and threw it at the window. Another piece of plastic was thrown in the direction of her roommate’s bedroom.
Robin…
She spat on the floor, and spun on her heel. In a moment, the door slammed, and the key turned in the lock. The apartment was once more left empty, save for the memories it harbored.
Author:
sparrow779
Rating: G
Character(s): Toukou
Word Count: 177
Summary: none
There's still traces of him in the air...
She stood, hesitantly, at the door to the apartment. Do I really...want to go in there?
That night, more than a year ago now, was so firmly etched in her mind...
A circle of chalk or sand, she'd never been sure which, only of the runes and their importance...bullets...pain...fear...practically choking on the fear...and the anger.
The anger was what she really remembered. Why did she have to- Without realizing it, she'd crossed the threshold, and stood in the room. That room.
It still feels as if...She closed her eyes, remembering...remembering...him. "Amon..." Her features twisted in anger and grief, she grabbed a long-forgotten piece of something, hard plastic, firm and reassuring in her hand, and threw it at the window. Another piece of plastic was thrown in the direction of her roommate’s bedroom.
Robin…
She spat on the floor, and spun on her heel. In a moment, the door slammed, and the key turned in the lock. The apartment was once more left empty, save for the memories it harbored.