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Fanfic: Sweet Dreams
Chapter: sweet Dreams
Soooo ~ oooo I'll get in touch again ^. ^
I'm on the White Cross trip for a long time ^^
so, I hope that someone reads, I've made a lot of effort ^. ^
The first part is very short, I know it to my SSjAvril ^. ^ * fluff *
have fun:
Sweet Dreams
~ Heavy footsteps echoed through the apparently inanimate corridor of the hospital in the middle of Tokyo.
When he stood in front of room 162, a loo formed in his throat which took the air away from him.
Carefully, with shaky hands, his hand moved towards the doorknob.
Fear spread throughout the assassin, fear of what he will see.
Carefully he pressed the handle and entered the white, cold room almost silently.
With small steps he approached the bed, which stood lonely and deserted in the room around which many fishbones were lined up, but these were all switched off.So was it really true what the doctors were saying? Was she really dead?
His gaze wandered over the bed, where a petite creature was lying. The young Asassin put his hand on the chest of his opposite, she was no longer breathing.
It couldn't be true, was he in the wrong room? Yes, that was it.
He went to the door, looked out briefly at the small sign that was attached to the frame.
162, Fujimiya Aya, so it was after all.
Tears formed in the corner of his eye, it just couldn't be, it was just crazy.
Yesterday she was still doing so well after all, they were walking together in the hospital park, and suddenly she was dead ...?
“Mr. Fujimiya ?!” He felt two hands on his shoulders shaking him. "Mr. Fujimiya !!" ..... ~
"Aya!" Bathed in sweat, Aya sat up with a jerk. His gaze wandered to the young man who sat next to him.
"Ken .." He saw something like fear and worry in the younger’s eyes."Everything ok? You slept so restlessly." Slept? So was it all just a dream?
The 21 year old sighed in relief. "Just a dream ..." he thought out loud. “What did you dream?” Aya paused, should he really pour out his heart to him? No, that was too absurd, he didn't need any help, from anyone!
"Get out of here." Ken smiled. “This is the Aya I know.” With that, he left the room and left a slightly puzzled Aya.
please commies; __;
I'm on the White Cross trip for a long time ^^
so, I hope that someone reads, I've made a lot of effort ^. ^
The first part is very short, I know it to my SSjAvril ^. ^ * fluff *
have fun:
Sweet Dreams
~ Heavy footsteps echoed through the apparently inanimate corridor of the hospital in the middle of Tokyo.
When he stood in front of room 162, a loo formed in his throat which took the air away from him.
Carefully, with shaky hands, his hand moved towards the doorknob.
Fear spread throughout the assassin, fear of what he will see.
Carefully he pressed the handle and entered the white, cold room almost silently.
With small steps he approached the bed, which stood lonely and deserted in the room around which many fishbones were lined up, but these were all switched off.So was it really true what the doctors were saying? Was she really dead?
His gaze wandered over the bed, where a petite creature was lying. The young Asassin put his hand on the chest of his opposite, she was no longer breathing.
It couldn't be true, was he in the wrong room? Yes, that was it.
He went to the door, looked out briefly at the small sign that was attached to the frame.
162, Fujimiya Aya, so it was after all.
Tears formed in the corner of his eye, it just couldn't be, it was just crazy.
Yesterday she was still doing so well after all, they were walking together in the hospital park, and suddenly she was dead ...?
“Mr. Fujimiya ?!” He felt two hands on his shoulders shaking him. "Mr. Fujimiya !!" ..... ~
"Aya!" Bathed in sweat, Aya sat up with a jerk. His gaze wandered to the young man who sat next to him.
"Ken .." He saw something like fear and worry in the younger’s eyes."Everything ok? You slept so restlessly." Slept? So was it all just a dream?
The 21 year old sighed in relief. "Just a dream ..." he thought out loud. “What did you dream?” Aya paused, should he really pour out his heart to him? No, that was too absurd, he didn't need any help, from anyone!
"Get out of here." Ken smiled. “This is the Aya I know.” With that, he left the room and left a slightly puzzled Aya.
please commies; __;