Fragile dreams (One shots!)

Silence...(Crow x Reader)

CROW IS NOT A ROBOT IN THIS! I HATE THE THOUGHT OF CROW DYING IN THE GAME, AND I REFUSE TO WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THAT UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!

Crows POV

Have you ever heard the sound,

That tells how lonely you actually are?

You know...

That deafening, yet quiet, sound?

The sound, that has driven so many insane, yet at the same time, is cherished by many.

I bet you've already guessed.

I'm talking about silence.

The one thing I've been hearing for the past year

With no one to share it with.

Sometimes, the silence scares me.

It speaks with non-existent voices, telling me how lonely I really am.

But, I've chosen not to listen to it.

Because I know

There must be people out there in the world.

There has to be.

I can't be the last one on this blue marble surrounded by black.

You can't imagine what that feels like,

Can you?

Of course, this isn't the only thought in my head.

There are still so many questions.

Who am I really?

What happened to this wonderful, liveable planet we call home?

Why has this happened to us?

What happened to me?

The only memories I have of the past is when I was little, and lets not mention the car crash...

But even then, the faces of the people I once knew are still blurred every time I try to picture them.

It's like keeping a secret locked up so no one is possibly able to even sense what it could be,

Except you hide it from yourself.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep gulp of the cold night air.

This was one of the only times someone could catch me bothering over questions such as these.

Normally I never kept my mind set on the topic for too long, but today was different...

I wasn't sure if to relish this difference, however...

It sure beat the every day 'sitting alone bored all day' type-deal.

So I was willing to accept whatever difference was thrown at me, good or bad.

I opened my sharp, green cat-like eyes yet again, looking up at the midnight-blue sky.

I let out a deep sigh.

"Just another useless thing to think about..."

The metal that I lay on felt cold and hard against my back, bolts here and there pressed against my skin, most likely leaving marks.

I didn't mind. I did this almost every night.

Sit on the Ferris wheel sign and think, that is.

This was also one of the times where you could see the friendly-nicer-crow, and not the cocky-meaner-crow that's was always seen in his younger days.