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Note: Ok, so I finally got caught up in this "Drabble" phase. This particular piece of work could be considered a long drabble or a short story: you decide.

One Night

By: Aquiel

The near-empty glass bottle sat untouched on the coffee table, the once pungent odour of it's contents, now bland in the early morning. She reached over, intending to pour what was left into a glass, but instead knocked the bottle to the floor, slamming her hand on the table in the process.

He looked over at the sound of the crash, eyeing the bottle, her slightly swollen hand, and turned back to the wall.

She couldn't help but become mesmerized over the intricate patterns the dark red liquid was playing across the rug. Absently, she heard him, as he pulled on his pants.

Her slightly bruised hand, and the fastening of a boot. Then the other. She may have to go to sickbay for this. The comm badge was attached now. Then again, maybe not. It didn't hurt very much anyway.

As he moved to the door, he glanced over to the couch, seeing her there. And then he turned away.

"Did you ever love me?" a voice, hushed in the overpowering darkness of the room.

A pause. "Once" he answered, without looking back.

Fine.

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