This is my birthday present to ~ Hehe, I hope you enjoy~
He stood alone in the rain, wet hair plastered to his face. Alone. He would always be alone now. Not that it was anyone's fault but his own, though. He had destroyed everything. Everyone was gone because of him. He hardly cared that he was saoking wet.
"Because of me..." The Once-ler croaked, his underused voice was becoming raspier, he noticed. "All of it.... Because of me..." The words burned his already sore throat, and the vibrations sent a sharp tickle to through his nose. He could feel it building slowly, and purely out of habit reached for the green and black striped handkerchief in his breast pocket, holding it to his nose, and sneezing wetly into it. "HehhTis'shiEW! IiihstSsSHiew!" Immediately following the sneezes he was taken over by a coughing fit that lasted a few moments. "Damn cold..." He muttered to himself, wiping at his sniffly snub of a nose with the handkerchief.
He wasn't sure exactly how he had gotten sick. After all, there was nobody here to catch anything from. Maybe it was just another part of his cruel punishment. 'The punishment that was fully deserved', he reminded himself.
He sniffed again, realizing the tickle was still there, slowly moving further back. His nose twitched at it's own accord as his breaths began to hitch. The handkerchief was placed back near his face, waiting to catch the sneeze, whenever it may come. "Ihhh.... H-hheh.... Gr--hhh great.... Stuuhhh.... stuck....." He could feel it there, waiting. Playing with him. "H-huhh....." Tears began to form in the corners of his eyes. His chest rose and feel rapidly with each ticklish breath....
And just like that it was gone.
He sniffed several times, then wearily blew his nose into his handkerchief with a muttered, "Ugh..." Before pitching forward with a loud, desperate, and rather wet, "IiI'AaaSHHIEEW! HhhITSChSHhEW! Hehh-HhiiTsSHIEW!" He groaned between sniffles and decided that maybe standing outside in the rain when he was already sick wasn't the best idea. He tucked his handkerchief away and walked inside, a shivering sniffly mess.
He was soaking wet and freezing, but he didn't care. The first thing he did was walk up the stairs to his room, and practically collapsed onto his bed, still shivering. He pulled the blankets over himself in a desperate attempt to get warm again as he laid on his back. His nose tickled again, and he didn't even bother to reach for his handkerchief. He just let the sneeze go straight up, not having the energy or the will to stifle, or muffle it. "IitaShhiEW! HaisHHiiEEW!" He rubbed his nose on the blanket tiredly and yawned, followed by a sniffle. His eyes burned and began to close as he thought about how disgusting he was right now. How pitifully disgusting.
He hated this..
He hated being sick.
He hated alone.
He hated himself.
So uh... Sorry that was kinds short and suckish. ^^""" Maybe more later if I get off my lazy butt.