OOM: One Night Alone

Billy sat on the bed for a long time.

He had messed up somehow and wasn't sure how, or where, or what he had done.

Something had been off and all he could think was that he had done something.

He shuddered at even the thought of screwing this up, tears leaking out of his eyes. He loved her, more than he had known and more than he could think. He loved Cassie and he didn't know what to do. At all.

He moved,. slowly, feeling old and tired, to the window, and lay there, for a long time, watching the stars.

But that didn't help, didn't make him feel any better.

He just felt more alone.

So, finally, shaking and feeling sick, he walked to his bed and just slipped into it, turning face and mind away from everything. he curled up and tried to think, or not think, or something...

...and sometime in the night, he finally slept...

OOM: Of Sunshine, and Darkness, and Love, and Other Small things...

August 28th, Early morning:

Sunshine wakens Billy, sending his body screaming at him. He finds himself curled into a tight ball with muscles yelling at him and brain logey.

He slowly, slowly uncurls as he looks around, then sags back as he remembers that Cassie went home last night.

The thought fulls him with a kind of black depression and he feels the tears surging up again and savagely smashes them down again. Damnit, he can do his own thing! He isn't dependent, He isn't!

He struggles to his feet and staggers to the bathroom, running a shower so hot it almost scalds him. And in the shower, he cries, letting out pain and fear and frustration and anger, and letting it all out. He feels it pour out of him and feels himself empty, like ... like... he doesn't know what like... so he stops thinking.

He finally emerges, feeling empty, and the place is quiet like a tomb, until, as he is walking toward his bureau, something sharp sinks into his toes.

He eeeps in a rather undignified manner, and goes down, only to find a bouncy Rena pouncing at him, now that he is all accessible.

He laughs, helplessly, startling the little cat, who races away.

She stares at him from a safe distance for awhile, looking reproachfully at him. When he stops laughing and crying, she slowly approaches and then pounces one of his hands, and he grins, petting her.

It is a few minutes later when he realizes what her presence means, and sits up so fast he startles her again, making her run off with an offended look.

He gets up and peers out of his bedroom, and feels something like being hit by a train, as he sees her, laying on the sofa. Tears hit him again and he dresses quickly.

She is there... he isn't alone.

Somehow, the day seems a lot brighter now.