Prompt #80: Healing
Word Count: 100
Physical scars, and the memories attached to them, would heal in time.
There were deeper scars, deeper pains, that he feared never would.
On nights like this, Duo would lay awake, gently caressing his lover's fevered brow. He'd try not to wince as the name of a dead ex floated past those parched lips, and pray for the morning to come. The nights were fewer and farther between than they'd been even a year ago, but still they came. On nights when the sky was clear and the stars could be seen stretching across the infinite sky, Zechs would dream.