Disclaimer: I'm writing fanfiction, for crying out loud. You make the call. I also do not own any of the quotes I use at the start of a drabble.

Numbers

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"Life is not measured by numbers." -?

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Numbers.

Everything in his life revolved around numbers.

Lifespans. Mathematical calculations. When you have the ability to see the date of death of everyone around you, and happen to be a genius besides, it's understandable that numbers would be a very large part of your life.

Perhaps it was the numbers that helped push him, slowly and subtly at first, then faster than a train speeding downhill with no brakes, to the edge.

The edge of sanity. The edge that he eventually fell over; fell so far so fast that he rapidly forgot what sanity used to mean to him. The word became nothing more than its dictionary definition.

But again, that is understandable. Anyone would be driven to that same edge, seeing death counted in simple numbers everywhere they turned. That may have been a factor. That..

And mirrors.

Oh, he hated mirrors.

But there was no escape from them; from reflective surfaces in general.

No escape from numbers and knowledge.

Because he could not help it: whenever he passed any sort of reflective surface, his gaze wandered. His death-seeing eyes drifted upward in all too human curiosity. The morbid desire to attain information he truly did not want.

He would see the glowing numbers floating lazily over his own head.

Quickly. Slowly. Surely…

Counting down.

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A/N: I am still trying to decide if that was actually good or just okay. Or if it stunk. Hope it wasn't that last option..

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