Two months.
It was two months ago that he saw her on one of his infrequent trips to the 'Other World'.
She was sitting in the garden, a red plaid rug beneath her, an assortment of sandwiches and fruits in front of her, and a man with a startling resemblance to Blood Dupre beside her, arm lightly grazing her waist. It would have been a romantic scene, had Dupre's doppleganger not been fixated on another woman who sat sewing not so far away.
The girl with the bow in her hair looked deliriously happy, chatting away feverishly about weather and other such nonsense, blissfully unaware that her partner on the rung was not listening at all.
It wasn't his business though.
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The next time he 'accidentally' arrived in the garden, the girl was napping on the grass, hair strewn like a halo around her face, her features holding a peaceful and contented expression. Peter felt inclined to move closer, slowly, but his attempt was thwarted by the sewing woman from before as she approached; he quickly dashed back into the foliage.
It was the first time he heard her name.
Alice
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He had been visiting more frequently, and had acquired a wealth of information regarding Alice. She absolutely adored her older sister Lorina, shunned her father whom had lost affection for her and his other children soon after her mother had perished, and given up on her younger sister who blamed her for their situation. She was quick witted, almost constantly reading, and loved napping with her pet cat.
Peter found himself quite fond of this sarcastic, not-quite-refined girl with the strange predilection for small fluffy animals.
Today though, was different from any of the other numerous times he had visited.
Lorina stood talking animatedly to Dupre no.2, whose name he had no interest in learning, his face unabashedly displaying the rapture he felt at her full attention.
Alice, he saw, was seated near enough to the scene to see the couple conversing and laughing merrily, but far enough away so as to not draw their attention.
There she sat, garbed in a pale pink vintage dress, most likely she had once again given in to her sister's quirk of dressing up.
Peter surmised that, with this less-than-subtle interaction, she had realized that her 'lover' was only ever hers in title.
She had turned away from the scene, her features twisting into a pained expression he had never seen on a person before; not even the card soldiers he shot on a regular basis could make such a face.
Moments after, her mood shifted. Her eyes devoid of emotion as she defeatedly slumped over, cradling her knees to her chest, shielding herself from the hurt running rampant within her.
She was the picture of sadness, a woman betrayed by those she held dearest.
That was all it took. It was the last straw.
Peter White was madly in love with the broken-hearted girl in front of him that he had been watching for weeks.
He would have to pay a visit to Nightmare.
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Ok, that's it guys. I haven't played the games, and am basing this off of the manga and what info I have gathered on the game.
For those who read the original, you can see I tried to make it a little more descriptive, I hope it's better!
Sorry if it's OOC, comments welcome. Hope to post more soon.
Gemagi-chan