DOYA SHORT: And the whole world came back

DOYA SHORT: And the whole world came back 

A/N  ‘At times, I forget they are broken.’

 

“I want to save the world because you are in it.” Oya whispered to Dean, thinking he was asleep. He had not had a decent sleep-in weeks, so she didn’t want to wake him up so early that day. Her hazel eyes stared at the ceiling while her fingers traced her scars -a weird habit she took a while ago to self-soothe- she couldn’t say more, because words couldn’t be trusted. Her whole soul wanted to scream her love for the hunter but her lips were tightly shut. Her hair cascaded on her shoulders and back as she sat on the bed, looking at her hands in the bedroom that was merely lit by the moonlight.  Her hazel eyes focused on her hands, on those scars she earned when she hunted the Asanbosam. Her recklessness almost killed her and if it wasn’t for Dean’s intervention, she would have been dead by now.

 

Oya was weary of the good things in this life because they tended to be short-lived. But with Dean things were different. She simply couldn’t let go. Dean was a good thing in the wasteland that was her life and as time went by, her nightmares changed as well. It took a while after the death of the Asanbosam, for Oya to make peace with her family slaughter. She thought that maybe, now that she’d face her pain, the nightmares would go away, but they didn’t, they simply changed. Instead of dreaming of the death of her family, she was now dreaming of the death of the love of her life and her chosen family.

 

Nights and nights of being afraid to lose her three boys that kept plaguing her, even getting more intense as the days went by. Nights and nights of dreading to watch any of them die in front of her, taking away with them a piece of her soul. That night, she was still queasy from the short-lived daydream she had about losing Dean again and it shook her to the core. She should be used to it, shouldn’t she? She should toughen up, be less emotional, be ready to lose him shouldn’t she? Yet, as her hazel eyes averted from her hands to the man lying next to her, she couldn’t help but smile and cry a couple tears. “Because a world without you is not worth living. It’s not...” She whispered and wiped away her tears.  

 

Stupid! Stupid! Oya hated to be this vulnerable but at the dead of the night, when her mind was plagued with fear, all she could do was self-soothe and cry. Her whole body began to shake as she sobbed in her hands. The whole world became darkness and only the pale moonlight that badly lit the room brought a shred of hope into this room. Her muffled sobs were interrupted by a single groan and Dean’s croaked voice “Oya.” And with a single word, the whole world came back.