Scp 073
Moonlight streamed into your dorm, coating the room in a sliver haze. It bathed your positions giving everything a more ethereal feel. After four hours of restless sleep you stared at the ceiling in contemplation.
Another day alone.
You thought of how empty your dorm was. Papers scattered on a nearby table along with an empty coffee cup or two. No one to talk to you, no one to worry for you, no one to hold you. Maybe if you weren't in this line of work... That's what you tell yourself at least.
Warmth.
You longed for that, and yet here you resided, in a loverless bed.
Every morning was... difficult. This one seemed to be going very poorly. You let out a sigh, flipping your body to glance at the time, 4:00. Had you really been laying here that long? A heaviness filled your chest at thoughts of the mundane ritual that forever encased you. It would have an end, but you couldn't imagine it would be a pleasant one...
Why did you feel so lonely in the morning hours? Technically speaking it was no different than the late nights you always seemed to find yourself enjoying. Your thoughts wandered to the previous day, jumping through moments in desperate hope of a break in the ritual.
Cain was there. Yes, now you seemed to recall, he brought you lunch when you mentioned never having time to make yourself anything. Your heart fluttered a bit at the thought, you two were "friends" in a way, though, it felt like something more.
Friendship was hard at the foundation; you never knew who would be the next to shake the welcoming hand of death.
That thought in particular made your heart drop a bit, you decide to focus back on Cain. How soft his hair always looked, how his eyes were always looking through you, how quickly his expression aged when thinking of past events... How he always went out of his way for you.
You clung tighter to the pillow next to you as the minutes ticked on. You found yourself missing him when you were alone, you miss him now.
Was this some incarnation of love? Or, perhaps, only loneliness...
Making nice with the only one at the foundation that can't die... It truly seemed like a bit of both.
You look back at the clock noticing the various trinkets laying on the desk. Your keycards, your notes, a letter. You absent-mindedly smile at it.
Light blue and made of something not quite paper, worn from the excessive readings. Once more wouldn't hurt...
You smile slightly, that's what you tell yourself every time.
You hold the letter close to you, wanting nothing more than to absorb his words into your very soul, to hold him close to you as he gives you that polite and patient smile.
You start absent-mindedly smiling again. You would survive today, just like you survived every day before this, if only for him...
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