ficlets100 - number seven.

[rawri]

001. Guilt
002. New
003.Solitude
004. Content
005. Tale

006. Distort
007. Luxury
008. Listen
009. Party
010. Scent

011. Storm
012. Lessons
013.Apology
014. Relief
015. Breeze

016.Fading
017. Passion
018. Stay
019.Rain
020. Within

021.Dread
022.Revenge
023.Time
024.Perfect
025.Eyes

026.Bloom
027.Beginning
028. Bath
029. Object
030. Lost

031.Pride
032. Death
033

Comments

toward the terra -> ⌈28.⌋ Bath.

[rawri]

You can’t look so afraid. They’ll see that, and then they’ll feel like that, too.

He turned the heat up, and his skin went from an unhealthy pale to an unhealthy red in seconds flat. Something that being ’better’ couldn’t even change.

You’re looking indecisive again. They’ll see that.

His head hurt- too many thoughts, too many rumors, too many hopes and dreams and nightmares, and he was just beginning, the red cape hung outside of the tiled box like a dead crying mouse.

Speaking of which. He could hear Rain calling, from the other side of the glass; made him look away from the wall in front of him, jumbled thoughts pulling together.

The soldier has to be strong.

Why was he crying? His species’ name besides-- "Hey, Rain, I’m right here-"

Something in the wall seemed to snap, and he fell back.

You have to be strong.Throat constricted, eyes squeezed shut - keeping them open in water was easy enough, but now things really had turned red, and it burned. Thick, heavy streams, falling from the shower head in a way that reminded him