Those broad shoulders and defined jawbone. His black spiky hair, partially concealed under a white beanie. Those lips that teased a cigarette stub. She despised them all.
Acting oh so nonchalant as usual, the boy reluctantly faced her, feeling the wrath of her chafed aura. He tossed the stub on the ground. It burned quietly, like the temper inside her own self. But she had no effect on him.
"I don't know if I should be satisfied or worried that your memories have returned."
He took a step closer to her. She took a step back. He took another step and anticipated her next action. Having her arm now captive in his grasp, he pulled her body close to his own.
"Unhand me!" Inches apart. Brimming with anger.
Her frustration could be audibly heard in the form of muffled huffs and seen through the disdained look plastered all over her face.
Resist all you want...but I still won't let you go.
Delos, unexpectedly, brushed a few wisps of her golden locks. She quivered at his deviant action.
"...Lady Aglaia, why must you frown so intensely towards me? That expression certainly ruins your complexion. Do you wish to have wrinkles at such a young age?"
"I suggest you refrain from calling me that. There is nothing juvenile about me. I am not the same 15 year old you once knew. That girl is long gone. Time has passed. Years even. And yet you can only refer to me in that manner?"
With her seething anger, Aglaia managed to withdraw her hand and escape from Delos's grasp. Involuntarily, her hand tenderly caressed the one that had been warmed by his hand. This did not get unnoticed.
"You're despicable." Aglaia continued tending to her fingers affectionately. She did not bother to check if he was still gazing upon her.
There were no more relations between them. He, her once loyal soldier long ago. That had been their connection. The duty had been abandoned and no longer enforced...yet here he was.
"I know I am. Yet, I still cannot and will not pull myself away from you. I won't let you escape from me this final time." Similar to his earlier actions, he leaned toward the woman once more. Without warning. But this time, rather than being his normal and forceful self, he enveloped her in a gentle embrace.
Aglaia stifled once more. Why? Why won't you dissolve from my life already? She remained stoic and let herself become swept into his comforting embrace. The nostalgia, the pain, the hurt. He held her tighter as she felt his heart beat against her chest. Synchronizing to their past lives.
She absorbed it all back into herself; so wrapped in the moment that she failed to notice the quivering moments of his arms around her. He was so happy that she remembered him, but could not forget what he had done...
This could be the one and only chance for him to hold her like this once more.
Don't fall for it...Don't fall for it...Don't fall for him...again...
"Lady Aglaia..."
That signal brought her back to reality. She mustered some strength, as a reflex that had come from the mention of the name, and pushed herself away from him.
"No...that is not me."
"Even with your restored memories, you still deny it?"
She stood firmly standing her ground and stared down at him; hoping to bore an imprint into his skull.
"You may have been part of my past self, as Lady Aglaia, but you will not become part of my future. I stand here and now as Sakakibara Shuna. Nothing else will change my mind."
With her final comments, she pivoted her body in the other direction. A quick flick of her hair, and she was already out of sight.
Those words sharply inflicted his soul and wounded his spirit. Anything but that. He crouched close to the ground and pulled off his hat. Rubbing his hair furiously, he glared at the ground. He didn't want anyone to notice him. Didn't want anyone to notice him as his vision blurred into a muddle of colors and dripped onto the ground.
I've lost her...yet again.
