Some temperance silverV drabbleā¦hhhhh
After what happened in Mikoshi, Johnny was almost in auto pilot. He was able to amble away from the Arasaka tower, shooting any stray Arasaka soldiers with his Malorian, his mind was racing, so much so that he could barely make out his own thoughts. His body hurt and yet it seemed to move on its own.
He instinctively made his way to Vās apartment in the mega building, his feet just moved. None of it had felt real, he didnāt feel real. He stumbled into her apartment and slumped to the ground against the cool metal door. His heart was pounding and he could barely hear. He shoved his face into his hands and tried to steady his ragged breathing.
Finally feeling the ground beneath him he shifted slightly, the pressure hurt.
He was slightly distracted by Nibbles pawing around in on the coffee table. The soft and comforting hum of the apartment almost put him at ease. A stifled sigh escaped his lips, the smell of some candle the chakra chick had given V still lingered in the dingy little pad. It vaguely reminded him of rain and trees.
āDonāt forget me, asshole.ā
They were home, they made it, something he desperately wished he could say.
No āweā anymore, or did you forget?
The cooling comfort of Vās apartment all but fell away when he suddenly felt so alone. Johnny almost forgot what had happened, maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the all too familiar pounding head. He shuddered at the thought and clutched tighter. He couldnāt feel her anymore. She was gone.
He sat there, for what seemed like hours, his hands clutching over his eyes, the ache in his head had ghosted away and the hum in the apartment was no longer one of comfort but a reminder of how lonely he felt.
You were supposed to save her. Wasnāt that the deal? Your promise?
Surprised you couldnāt cut it?
āThe man that saved my life.ā
āFuckā¦ā the word was a broken thing weak and defeated. And what was worse? It was her voice he could hear. It all felt like a cruel joke, like a nightmare. He willed his hands from his face and stood, his body still ached, so fucking much.
Hobbling his way to Vās bathroom, he hesitated for a moment near the vanity, he wanted this to be a nightmare, desperately. Maybe V was dreaming?
His teeth gritted, painfully grinding over themselves, something V would do.
āKeep that shit up and youāll be toothless by 30.ā
By 30? Never had a chance. Know why, Johnny-boy?
āBut itās my body!ā
He peered into the mirror and his stomach dropped and his heart sank.
It was her face. Her hands. Her tired, tired eyes. The heart he could feel sinking, it was hers. The head that finally ceased throbbing, hers.
With her hands he washed her face.
āIām so damn tired, Johnny.ā
Cleared of the dirt and the blood, he tentatively looked back up into the mirror.
That dark voice was chiming in again and fuck if it didnāt burn in him. It hurt, it hurt so fucking badly. So badly he could hardly breathe.
A guttural and desperate cry escaped his throat, which was muffled by the clasping of fingers over his mouth. His one free arm strained painfully as he slumped onto the vanity.
His chest grew cold and the inside of his nose stung. Her all-too-familiar warmth was gone. Heād lost his best friend.
Lost the last person who genuinely gave a damn about you.
He lost a part of himself.
āThought this concert was important to you.ā
āIt was, but not more important than you.ā
He wilted further, back to the cool floor. Cradling his head again, trying to stifle heavy sobs.
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