Broken

Pairings: Amon/robin
Discliamer: I don’t own… blah blah

Please read and enjoy…

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The rain pounded down upon his head as he struggled to walk through the empty streets of London. He didn’t know why he came here; all he knew was that he was here because something called to him. Something… who knew what… and who cared.

Nothing mattered anymore, and his drinking habit had proved that. He had never been an extremely happy person before, but at least he had something to keep him going. But now, now there was nothing. The STN had fallen and there was no real reason for him to keep living. Yet he did, and he had no idea how. Lord knows he had put himself in plenty of bad situations, and somehow he had always gotten out. Any normal person would get down and thank god, but not him.

He was left with nothing.

Five years had passed since the fall of the factory and it was five years ago that he lost the only woman who he had ever loved. She was there one moment, and gone the next. Somehow they had gotten separated, and when that happened she was lost to him forever.

So he wandered… aimlessly for a reason unknown to him. He could’ve taken his own life, but he was too proud. Yes pride ran through him, though most wouldn’t think so… but he didn’t care. No one was important to him, and he didn’t give a damn about what anyone thought.

Stopping at the end of a sidewalk, he decided this was a good opportunity to take another swig from the now half empty bottle of whiskey, which happened to be his second for the night. It didn’t even burn anymore as it traveled down his throat, and how he wished it would. Angrily he cast the bottle to the ground, listening through clogged ears as the glass broke upon contact.

Not even bothering to look both ways, he forced his feet to work and guide him across the street. Somehow they worked too, and he made it across to yet another sidewalk for him to wander down. He had no idea where he was, and of course didn’t care either. Perhaps tonight would be his lucky night and someone would come and mug him. Yeah right, he had been doing this for weeks now, if anything he most likely scared the people who came in contact with him on the street. He honestly didn’t think that anyone would want to get near enough to him to try anything.

The rain began to pick up as he traveled the city, yet he went on, not even caring enough to try to find his hotel. The only thing he really wanted was that broken of bottle he had cast to the ground. He could really kick himself for that, but oh well… perhaps he could just find a bar.

No, that wasn’t possible, they were all most likely closed, or he had been kicked out of them in the past weeks and wasn’t permitted in. Just his luck.

A giggle broke into his hazy drunken mind, and he looked up to the source. A young girl was giggling to words that a young man was whispering in her ear. His arm was gently draped around her shoulders as his other held the umbrella over them both. She was small, and sweet looking. In all honesty he couldn’t tell much about her due to his clouded senses, but he could tell that she was happy, and so was he.

The light in her eyes was captivating and the light in his burned brightly when he looked at her. She was his life, that much he could tell, and he hers. God how he envied them as he watched them walk past, completely oblivious to his presence at all. So happy, so young.

Why had he been so stupid? So what! What does age really matter when it comes to love? Why didn’t he just tell her, it’s not as if he didn’t have plenty of opportunities. But no… he had been so blind and so closed, that he couldn’t see anything but society’s view of anything. It sure as hell wouldn’t matter now, now everyone lived in a broken world, now it could’ve been possible for them to be. But it never could be… because she was no longer here.

He could feel the tears coming as he remembered the way they were separated. As he remembered how he just couldn’t hold on to her. As he remembered his name on her lips and the look in her eyes. It wasn’t of blame, that look, it was of… love. Love that he had denied, and now was lost to him.

The tears came now, and he let them flow freely. Why stop them, what would it prove? He had no one to admire or look up to him anymore. He, like this world, was broken and no longer lived, but survived day in and day out.

His tears became too much for him, and the cold of the rain had taken its toll on his body. His legs were giving out from exhaustion and his body begged them to continue on until he found shelter. That was it, it was his damned body that kept him alive, he could pass out here and possibly move on, but no it pushed him to get to safety. Laughing despite himself, he worked his way up onto a porch sitting upon a dry welcome mat and allowed himself to relax. The rain was no longer beating down upon him, but he could still feel the chill of it.

Where was he? Who knew, all he did know was that he was sitting in someones door step who at any moment could walk out and find him. The light on outside was still on, so that meant that the family inside was awake still. Why did he have to stumble upon this door step, the next one down was shadowed in darkness. There he would have no hope of being caught until maybe morning.

Oh well, he was too exhausted to move right now, nor did he really care if someone did find him. The worst they could do would be to call the cops or beat the shit out of him, either way he would be passed out, or sleeping in a dry jail cell.

But there was something about this place, yet he couldn’t put his finger on it. It felt familiar somehow, but how? He didn’t even know where he was, he had never been to this part of town, at least he didn’t think he had. Who knew. Nonetheless though, it was very comforting to be here, and for once in a long time he was at peace. He couldn’t describe the feeling, but it was warm and calming to him. Though he couldn’t describe it, he sure as hell wasn’t going to complain about it, he might was well sit and enjoy the feeling.

His hand reached to the floor at his side, and gently stroked the soft texture of the mat beneath him. It was such a simple gesture, but he felt more at ease with the gentle motion of his hand passing over the material beneath his palm. Slowly his eyes drifted shut as he let the feeling cascade over him, and once again the tears welled up as he reveled in the feeling that consumed him.

Then he was broken from his haze and his hand stopped as he heard the locks on the other side being removed. His eyes snapped open to watch as a soft light poured out of the house he sat outside of. He should get up and stumble away, but something held him there, and he couldn’t force his legs to pick him up and move him away from here. The light grew as his eyes continued to stare inside of the house opening up to his gaze. When he was halfway open, a young woman came to stand in the frame of the door.

She wore a long black dress, and her hair was long and golden and left down to cascade over her shoulders. His heart stopped in his chest as he saw the ivory skin of her soft gentle hands, and he willed himself to look up into her eyes.

Grey met fiery green that were soft with a tenderness that had been gone from his life for five years. It was too much for him, the girl in front of him… it couldn’t be! Then he heard it, right before his eyes closed out all light around him and he passed out onto the hard porch beneath his body, he heard that same voice that had called to him five years ago speak once again…

“Amon…”

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Ok, I was bored and the idea struck me …. Anyway please review… if you do you’ll be rewarded with a good lemon… I promise!