YAY! Arya/Eragon is the cooliest. This is my first Eragon fanfiction, so be nice please.
Eragon walked through the dark night in angst. The anger that led him was the only thing to keep him from sleeping. Everyone else in Du Weldenvarden was most likely asleep by now. Though he did not know the time, Eragon could guess that it was either late into the night or early into the morning. And though exhaustion threaghtened to gain control, he did not give up.
It never had been easy to sleep when the only that can be on your mind is the best way to tell the person that you love your true feelings. The weight of Alegaesia felt as though it was roosting upon his shoulders, and the only way to get it off was to tell one girl the way he felt. Then try and add the feeling that an iminate rejection would follow the revealing of Eragon's inner-most secret. What do you get when you add nervousness and depression together? The most likely answer would be anger or angst.
Wrapped upon his own troubles, it didn't strike Eragon that the girl that he had wanted to speak to and thought about every moment of every day was walking towards the place where he currently rested.
Arya had also had trouble sleeping. Feeling passion and guilt at the same time led to nauseousness, which then led to vomiting, which was where Arya was currently arriving. The feeling of needing to vomit also led you upon the tracks to walking blindly through the forest of Du Weldenvarden, not knowing that the very person that you had been wanting to talk to was right there, barely 10 ft. from where she was walking.
Arya stopped walking when she saw that there was someone else ahead of the place where she was standing. Leaned against a tree was a figure that looked to be about a foot taller than herslelf, though it was hard to tell seeing as they were sitting down. She walked closer, soon noticing that the figure was slowly taking the beautiful form that was...Eragon. The one she had been attempting to speak to for quite some time.
Eragon stood and turned around to see that someone was standing behind where he had been sitting. Squinting in the moon-light, Eragon realized that it was Arya, the one that he so happened to be nervous/depressed/angsty about. Walking closer he turned towards her to see that she was crying-more like weeping-, and he reached her. Looking down at her, he wrapped his arms around her, not needing to say anything. Not that they needed to say anything.
They stood like that until dawn crept through the forest. Hugging eachother and and crying together. Still not needing to say anything, they comforted eachother until eachother's composure crept back through the layers of their brains.
Sorry about the shortness of it all. Leave nice reviews, once again, and tell me if I should update it, though I will anyway.