Short Stories

Late at Night

A/N: this one have what I called a 'light trigger'. There are some hints that could trigger you but just, you know, hints.

I love Insomnia and how he holds me so tight in his frail arms, sputtering gentle kisses on my cheek.

I love how he would sang me haunting yet beautiful lullabies that I would have never heard lest I hadn't stay awake.

I love the comforting promises that I know were empty yet it still somehow manages to make the hole in my heart stitches up bit by bit.

I love how he made the moon seems to be the uttermost perfect company, still as the stars dances around her.

(Wouldn't it tires you?)

Exhaustment had already been a part of my bones even before the touch Insomnia first planted on me. It had me drifted during the days, making me crumble with every poke but the Moon was always there for me to ease it all.

(Wasn't it lonely?)

I had Insomnia.

I had Moon.

I had Music and Words.
And I had Blood, so it wasn't really lonely.

Some nights, I would constrict the time spent with Blood but most of the time, I just let him embrace me while Music and Words sang to me and indulge me in Memories. I just let him until my hand felt too numb to be alive. I just let him 'til the pain just dissipates. I just let him until all left of me was this empty shell of void.

Nothing.

And for all this, I love the Night.