Post by Alexandre on Oct 5, 2015 18:11:37 GMT -6
It was just another day for the demon doctor; another day locked within the obnoxiously white walls of his humble clinic. As usual, there were no customers. The town's incessant chattering could be heard from behind the clinic's doors. Everything was the same.
Well, no. Not everything was the same. Why? Well, today, it was raining.
It's rare for it to rain.
Alexandre's clear blue eyes lacked it's usual playful luster. Rather, they were glazed over, uncharacteristically empty. His soft brown hair was unkempt, as if he had just woken up, though his clothing was neatly pressed as it always was. Alexandre held a bottle of wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other, a picture frame sitting before him. A wave of silence washed across the room. It was as if time itself stopped, and suddenly, Alexandre felt lonely.
What day is it?
Dangling between his middle and index finger was the generic cigarette, it's ashes occasionally raining onto the glossy white desk in which he sat behind. When the glowing red embers happened to fall upon his fair skin, the demon hardly flinched. His mind was elsewhere. A sad smile crept upon his lips.
Could it be that time of year already?
In his chest, he felt a foreign ache. It hurt a lot, that ache. There weren't a lot of things that Alexandre would consider painful, but this ache hurt him a lot. His breaths grew heavier and he found it difficult to focus on the picture. Careful not to touch the old wooden frame with the cigarette, the doctor affectionately ran his thumb along the photo.
It's been awhile, hasn't it, my dear?
The wine bottle was set aside and the cigarette was put out. Alexandre's lip warbled and he inhaled shakily. They parted, but no words came out. The ache in his chest grew stronger, his heart threatening to burst within his rib cage. Hands carefully took hold of the picture frame, as if it would crumble at any time, and the rain continued to fall.
"I'm sorry."
The words were whispered. It wasn't often the demon apologized, but he did.
"I'm so sorry."
Piece by piece, Alexandre's armor clattered against the floor.
His lips, as much as he tried to stop them, began to arch downward. Alexandre held the picture frame tightly against his chest, as if doing that would make the pain in his chest go away. Pathetically, the Archdemon curled downward, resting his forehead on the table's cool surface. Quiet whimpers could be heard echoing off the clinic's walls. The doctor clenched his jaws tightly as he pressed his forehead onto the table even harder. At this moment, he wished he were mortal. Negative thoughts flooded his mind along with anger, hatred, and regret.
Just when the demon thought he were about to break, the picture in the frame slipped out and onto the floor. He quickly went after it, but stopped suddenly. Alexandre's eyes widened and his mind suddenly went blank. On the back of the picture, 3 little words were printed on it's yellowing paper. Those words brought back many memories.
The demon slowly picked up the photo and walked up to the window. There seemed to be a little life in his gaze as he looked up at the gray sky. Though the rain continued to fall, the ache in his heart was gone. And good thing too, for someone knocked on the door of his humble little clinic.
Fixing his hair, the doctor opened the door and was met with a mother holding her child. His eyes widened.
"I'm so sorry to bother you! But my son is sick, and... and...well.."
Alexandre nearly choked. Even though the woman and her child were drenched, the resemblance was unmistakable. He stepped to the side and gestured towards the interior of his clinic.
"Don't worry. Come in, it's warmer inside."
His gaze followed the two. Alexandre gave a small wave to the little boy cradled in his mother's arms as they passed by; the smile that the boy had on his lips gave Alexandre the warmest, fuzziest feeling, though he'd have denied feeling it if asked about it. When the two were inside, Alexandre carefully slipped the photo into his pocket.
It's almost as if you came back to me, my dear. I miss you. And I will never forget you.
Well, no. Not everything was the same. Why? Well, today, it was raining.
It's rare for it to rain.
Alexandre's clear blue eyes lacked it's usual playful luster. Rather, they were glazed over, uncharacteristically empty. His soft brown hair was unkempt, as if he had just woken up, though his clothing was neatly pressed as it always was. Alexandre held a bottle of wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other, a picture frame sitting before him. A wave of silence washed across the room. It was as if time itself stopped, and suddenly, Alexandre felt lonely.
What day is it?
Dangling between his middle and index finger was the generic cigarette, it's ashes occasionally raining onto the glossy white desk in which he sat behind. When the glowing red embers happened to fall upon his fair skin, the demon hardly flinched. His mind was elsewhere. A sad smile crept upon his lips.
Could it be that time of year already?
In his chest, he felt a foreign ache. It hurt a lot, that ache. There weren't a lot of things that Alexandre would consider painful, but this ache hurt him a lot. His breaths grew heavier and he found it difficult to focus on the picture. Careful not to touch the old wooden frame with the cigarette, the doctor affectionately ran his thumb along the photo.
It's been awhile, hasn't it, my dear?
The wine bottle was set aside and the cigarette was put out. Alexandre's lip warbled and he inhaled shakily. They parted, but no words came out. The ache in his chest grew stronger, his heart threatening to burst within his rib cage. Hands carefully took hold of the picture frame, as if it would crumble at any time, and the rain continued to fall.
"I'm sorry."
The words were whispered. It wasn't often the demon apologized, but he did.
"I'm so sorry."
Piece by piece, Alexandre's armor clattered against the floor.
His lips, as much as he tried to stop them, began to arch downward. Alexandre held the picture frame tightly against his chest, as if doing that would make the pain in his chest go away. Pathetically, the Archdemon curled downward, resting his forehead on the table's cool surface. Quiet whimpers could be heard echoing off the clinic's walls. The doctor clenched his jaws tightly as he pressed his forehead onto the table even harder. At this moment, he wished he were mortal. Negative thoughts flooded his mind along with anger, hatred, and regret.
Just when the demon thought he were about to break, the picture in the frame slipped out and onto the floor. He quickly went after it, but stopped suddenly. Alexandre's eyes widened and his mind suddenly went blank. On the back of the picture, 3 little words were printed on it's yellowing paper. Those words brought back many memories.
The demon slowly picked up the photo and walked up to the window. There seemed to be a little life in his gaze as he looked up at the gray sky. Though the rain continued to fall, the ache in his heart was gone. And good thing too, for someone knocked on the door of his humble little clinic.
Fixing his hair, the doctor opened the door and was met with a mother holding her child. His eyes widened.
"I'm so sorry to bother you! But my son is sick, and... and...well.."
Alexandre nearly choked. Even though the woman and her child were drenched, the resemblance was unmistakable. He stepped to the side and gestured towards the interior of his clinic.
"Don't worry. Come in, it's warmer inside."
His gaze followed the two. Alexandre gave a small wave to the little boy cradled in his mother's arms as they passed by; the smile that the boy had on his lips gave Alexandre the warmest, fuzziest feeling, though he'd have denied feeling it if asked about it. When the two were inside, Alexandre carefully slipped the photo into his pocket.
It's almost as if you came back to me, my dear. I miss you. And I will never forget you.