Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ 100 Word Wibblings ❯ Chapter 5

I tread the floorboards carefully, polished and shining in moonlight. It isn't the first time. They are familiar now, like this, gaps and flaws old friends.

 

Every night I think that this time might be different. Maybe this time, I will.

 

I stand in the doorway and look. Short blond spikes and a figure curled beneath blankets. Almost innocent, and not.

 

I love him. He loves me.

He's sleeping. Don't kill him.

 

And this time, like the others, I turn away. Return silently to our room, sliding the Derringer back into the cloak hanging in the hallway as I pass.