Everything will be alright.
Tittle: Everything will be alright
Author: mireya_11
Pairing: H/W
Rating: None
Summary: First chapter of the series 'Everything will be alright'. This starts when Amber dies and continues until they found each other again.
Disclaimer: *crazy-face* They are... M I N E ! *coughs* Well... uhmm *runs*
He can’t help it.
He still loves that man.
He still dreams about him and wakes up sweating at night... embarrased of himself cause he can’t forget him.
He simply can’t.
--
He never knew why he kept doing this.
Once he asked to a very pissed off Thirteen
- Why I keep doing this? - and her answer was simple
- Cause you like to sleep in your own misery.
It’s true.
He knew it was true then. And he knows it’s true now.
But he liked to sleep when his bed was a soft body.
He liked to sleep in that bed.
He liked that bed.
He still likes that bed... he miss it.
He miss him.
And he tried so hard for the first six months to find him... he tried so hard.
But a year passed and nothing.
He took a vacation the second year. He went to their city. He walked for hours ( yes, walked ). He went to their bar, to their hotel-room.
But nothing.
So this became a routine. Every year, at the same time he entered to the same places with the same clothes. And the same wish of course.
To find him.
It was so damn hard to be alone
again.
TBC
Author: mireya_11
Pairing: H/W
Rating: None
Summary: First chapter of the series 'Everything will be alright'. This starts when Amber dies and continues until they found each other again.
Disclaimer: *crazy-face* They are... M I N E ! *coughs* Well... uhmm *runs*
He can’t help it.
He still loves that man.
He still dreams about him and wakes up sweating at night... embarrased of himself cause he can’t forget him.
He simply can’t.
--
He never knew why he kept doing this.
Once he asked to a very pissed off Thirteen
- Why I keep doing this? - and her answer was simple
- Cause you like to sleep in your own misery.
It’s true.
He knew it was true then. And he knows it’s true now.
But he liked to sleep when his bed was a soft body.
He liked to sleep in that bed.
He liked that bed.
He still likes that bed... he miss it.
He miss him.
And he tried so hard for the first six months to find him... he tried so hard.
But a year passed and nothing.
He took a vacation the second year. He went to their city. He walked for hours ( yes, walked ). He went to their bar, to their hotel-room.
But nothing.
So this became a routine. Every year, at the same time he entered to the same places with the same clothes. And the same wish of course.
To find him.
It was so damn hard to be alone
again.
TBC