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"You'll come back right?" a small brunet girl asked as she was pulled to an embrace by two strong arms.
"Of course, I'll come back. I always do, right?" the blonde boy promised her. And he never broke her promises to her. Never. Well, there was one time but that's just a little white lie.
The girl nodded, slightly assured and wiped the remaining tears in her face, "Yeah, you always come back." Even though she said that, she can't get rid of the feeling that this will be their last meeting.
"I promise you. I'll come back." he whispered, determined before he closed the gap between their lips. The kiss was soft and gentle, portraying their emotions to each other.
A train horn was then heard in the distance, saying that it's time to board.
Reluctantly, the blonde broke the kiss and enclosed his lovely lady in his arms. The brunette willingly let herself be hugged and placed her lithe arms around his lover's neck. She was afraid. Afraid for her beloved, she just wants to stay at their little home and forget about this freaking war, just sitting there and enjoying each other's warmth, nothing to hinder them, nothing to break them apart. Looking in those deep blue eyes, she knows he, too, want that wish but, of course, they have to face reality.
"I'll come back for you." he promised once again.
"I'll wait for you." she declared, smiling lovingly at him. One more peck in the lips, then he pulled away and got his luggage. He entered the train, still gazing at her eyes. She smiled encouragingly though she wants those arms to encircle her again and never let go.
Once the train moved and he can't see those brown locks, that heartwarming smile and those amazing blue eyes, tears fell from his eyes, silently vowing again to return. He was ignorant to the tears that also flowed from the said amazing blue eyes of the brunette, who is still standing at the station. But that's better, she don't want for him to worry more.
Looking up to the sky, she prayed, "Please let him return to me."
A little house stands alone at the vast green plain with large, bushy trees surrounding it at the sides. The walls were white and black roof. The inside walls were a plain white yet decorated with happy pictures in different shades of brown. A soft-looking couch stands at the center of the living room and large glass window besides it. Other home appliances were placed at their right room with blooming flowers placed on certain ones.
The house is simple yet homey. But not as much homey as it can be to a brunette sitting at the couch. She keeps glancing at the window as if she's waiting for someone. And it is right, she is. She is waiting for her beloved to open the door and tell her that he's home then hug her tightly once again. A drop of crystalline water fell from her sad eyes.
Knocking resounded from the door. She got up and went towards it, hoping it's him. A disappointed sigh escape her lips upon seeing just her blonde bestfriend.
"He'll come back. He promised you, didn't he." the blonde girl smiled sadly at the depressed brunette. The gold-haired girl knows that her bestfriend's terribly worried for her husband.
"Yeah." the brunette agreed yet she can't help but glance outside the plain, looking out for other blond-haireds. The blond girl just shook her head at her friend and went in. The brunette dejectedly followed towards the kitchen. The visitor was just here to get her friend out of his depressing mood so she made talks with her.
They were talking about the bombed hospital at Radiant Garden when rushed knocking came again from the door. Before they can open it, a boy with a messenger bag came in. He was panting for breath, probably from running. The boy was an acquaintance of them.
"Lady, please read this." he spoke and handed the brunette a letter. The letter was a shaded brown and has a burn mark at the left side, and recognition filled the brunette. She hastily ripped the opening and scanned it with her blue eyes.
Her hands trembled as she understood the letter. She can't believe it. The letter fell from her hands and she, too, collapsed on the carpeted floor. She bowed her head and held her four-pointed silver pendant tightly as she wept for her lost love.
His promise broken forever.
Dead bodies littered everywhere with punctured wounds. He had woken up deep in the forest after experiencing that gun shot through his shoulder. His trained eyes searched the forest for a living person.
Finding none, he pulled himself and leaned at a tree.
He has lost a lot of blood and he knows he can't live long. Sorrow stabbed him. He can never see her again. Can never see that smile on that adorable face of hers. With all his strength left -not much-, he took the pendant around his neck. The pendant's a shining silver -even though smeared with blood- and crown-shaped.
He smiled sadly.
A noise alerted him and was about to point his gun when a small hand grasped his.
"Hmm....a boy." a voice of a girl echoed through out the forest. He can't see her because of the dark that surrounded them but a blur of purplish red came to his view.
"Would you like to live?" she asked him. What is this girl talking about? He already know that nothing can make him live long now. Nothing.
As if knowing what he's thinking, she told him, "I can."
The blond boy sighed, thinking this is just an illusion of the still hopeful part of his mind. Finding that there's nothing to lose anymore, he nodded his head. The girl smiled and lifted his chin then leaned towards the boy.
He closed his blue eyes, feeling sleepy. The want to sleep was instantly gone when he felt excruciating pain he felt at his neck. It felt like he's burning inside a furnace. His widened eyes closed again as he felt numb and tired.
The mysterious girl leaned back from the now unbeating yet alive body. She licked her lips, erasing the crimson remains on it. A joyful smile lit her face and she whispered to the boy, "You'll wake up after three days, so don't worry. I'll wait for you."
"Are you sure?" a blond girl questioned a brunette who was holding a brown leather bag in her left tanned hand.
"I'm sure." she said, a small grin on her face but her eyes told otherwise. The blonde knew she's unsure and forlorn but she can't do anything towards this broken soul. The brunette is her only friend and didn't judge her like everyone in this town. The brunette never called her an abomination, an outcast, a witch. The people believed she's a witch-which is the half truth- and the blonde regretted that foolish thing she did. She shouldn't have done that bloody ritual without checking if someone has taken notice of her.
The two bestfriends embraced and whispered comforts to each other before the brunette went on her way to the carriage. The brunette glanced at the house she and he had lived, casting a silent goodbye through her sky-colored hues. She completely missed the azure eyes of a black silhouette hidden under the trees, looking at her.
She whispered something to the sky before closing the carriage door and politely telling the driver to go.
"I'll always wait for you..."
"Where are you going?" a hooded figure questioned his comrade. Said comrade was about to go out from the castle walls which is located deep in the forest. He, too, wore a black cape with the hood covering his face.
He didn't turn around to see his......friend. "Out." he answered, his tone emotionless.
The other seems to be pleased with his answer. "Come back soon. She's throwing a party."
"Yeah, yeah. I already know, Axe."
The one named 'Axe' watched as the other continues walking to who knows where. Once he was gone, he whispered sadly for his friend, "Will you ever stop waiting for her, Roxas?"
He knew the answer is 'No'.
"You idiot! How can you forget it!" a girl with brown hair styled in a very unique way and kind green eyes -though aforementioned eyes is currently having an angry glint- shouted at a brunet boy, who is ignoring the girl walking besides him.
"Hey! Listen when I'm talking to you!" A soft yet painful smack in the head made the boy acknowledge her.
"But Olette, it was Riku's fault!" he whined, looking at Olette with fake tears on his puppy blue eyes.
"Don't blame Riku for this, Sora. You should've done it with or without Riku's fault." she scolded the now defeated brunet as they enter their homeroom.
"Fine." Sora grumbled. Olette is a nice girl but she can be a devil sometimes, especially if group projects with her are not finished.
"Don't forget. We'll be having a meeting today. Do come please." the one named Olette told her friend as they sat down.
Sora groaned. It's not like he hated Council meetings, it's just it's sooooo boring sometimes.
"Fine, fine. I'll go." he said with a pout on his pink lips.
Olette giggled at him. He's just too childish, now and then but that's why everyone like the cheerful brunet. And right now, he's having that cute dreamy look, telling her the boy's daydreaming.
Sora gazed at the vast blue sky and sighed, contentedly. It's times like this that he likes, it's peaceful. However, a voice echoed inside his head, sounding like his own yet slightly has a higher pitch.
"I'll be waiting for you."
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If you think I should continue, please tell me. This is RoxaSora. :) My 1st fanfiction.
