Thought I'd Lost Her
By WickedSong
Disclaimer: I do not own Eternal Sonata and I never will
I could breath easily again. I could relax again. My head wasn't such a jumble of thoughts and emotions which I myself didn't understand. Everything was calm again. Polka was safe and I was relieved for that. When she had fallen unconscious my head had been a combination of ideas and ways in which to safe her from her disease. In fact the idea that she could die, that we could lose her forever hadn't entered my mind until the very end, when I thought that using the agogo hadn't worked. The moment of doubt that came into my head told me that it was possible she would die, that the world wouldn't change how it worked just for her. She wouldn't be the one who was the exception. No one was exempt from the disease in this world. So the idea of her death, it came into my mind and left again when I saw her open her eyes. Like she had just been simply sleeping for a time and now she was healed and ready. She isn't though. All we've done is given her an extended time in this world. That's what I know.
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I take a deep breath and walk into the room. She's sleeping ever so peacefully. I'll just leave. I don't want to disturb her...
"Allegretto?" I hear her voice pipe up and I turn around.
"Sorry for waking you" I say quickly "I'll just leave"
I turn and stupidly my cheeks are burning with embarrassment. What is with her that makes me this way?
"No, don't" She says and I turn.
I obviously look confused because she laughs a little and I'm happy that I've made her laugh.
"Please stay" She continues and she looks at me hopefully.
I nod my head and sit in the seat which is beside her bed. We're silent for a while, neither one of us knowing what to say to the other. It reminds me of when we were in Tenuto and I saw the flash of... Well what was it? I know it was Polka on a cliff. I know that very well. I can't seem to admit it though. I don't want to. I don't want to admit that I know what is going to happen. I'm going to lose her.
I look at her face.
"How are you feeling?" I ask.
She shrugs her shoulders a little and yawns while replying to my question.
"A little tired"
"Well you should be" I tell her softly "You were out for a while there"
"I didn't get a chance to properly thank you" She smiles at me "Thanks"
"Honestly, it wasn't really me" I reply quickly and again I feel that burning in my cheeks rapidly build up until I'm sure they're the colour of a beetroot "Salsa and March came up with the idea"
Polka gives a wry smile and just nods her head.
"OK"
We talk some more for the rest of the time I'm in the room. The mention of her disease never comes up though. It's always avoided just how I want it to be.
"I'd better go" I say and I stand up "You should have some sleep"
I can see Polka wants to protest a little but she doesn't. Why doesn't she? I wish she would. I wish she would do the things that she wants to do but no she doesn't. She's so selfless when it comes to that. One of the things I love... No wait! I don't love...
"Are you alright?" She asks me as she sees the conflicting movements on my face.
The fight that I am having with myself.
"Yeah I'm fine" I say, the fight dying down for a while.
I leave the room, closing the door quietly and I walk away, up the corridor trying to deny what I already know and what can't be denied. The reason the fight died down. It was because of me. I know very well that my feelings for her have grown. Why, oh why. I've fallen in love with Polka.
Please don't ask where this came from because I honestly don't know. I have been having so many inspirations for oneshots lately, it's crazy.
WickedSong xoxo