Sobbing.
Someone's sobbing.
Some two, more like.
He'd had no one but his own heartbeat for conversation, but the sobbing was worse.
The pain had ended. He could think clearly again. But - while he still couldn't wake up without his brain screaming - he could hear snatches of everything.
Red.
He struggled and fought, and almost succeeded, but nothing. Red. Where are you?
God must've heard him - how can He not have? Gray had said her name in his pillow of oblivion half a hundred thousand times. More like God's sick of hearing him say it.
Erina. Erina. That's her real name, isn't it?
Stupid that it took a beating for him to remember.
Erina. What a beautiful name.
He kept saying it. In his mind. Erina. Erina.
E
R
I
N
A
He struggled again, one last time, already prepared to lose - when the miracle happened.
He opened his eyes.
White. Blinding.
And
Then
Her
Face.
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Red and Gray
Short StoryGray's back. He just spent a year being 'straightened out' - apparently - and now he's back, with his emotions no less conflicted than they were a year before. Only becoming more conflicted when he reunites with his best friend, Red.
