Hello! Sadly, I do not own Spirited Away.
His eyes are dark (like his).
His voice is the same pitch (almost).
His hair is dark (but not the same length or color).
She is frozen, indecisive. The question hangs in the air; hope shines from his eyes (but they aren't his eyes). The answer that should fall so easily from her lips is caught somewhere in-between her heart and her brain. She should just be able to tell him yes. (But she cannot.)
Her heart stops her. How can she vow to live her life with someone she does not, cannot, love. He waits.
I can't, she screams, my heart belongs to someone else!
A person from your dreams. A figment of your imagination, logic argues, he is here, now. He loves you. He will care for you. She shakes her head.
"I…"
The hope in his eyes falters, darkens. It hurts her-she cares for him-but she cannot love him the way he wants.
"I am sorry." She steps back. "I can't say yes. Please, listen to my reasons."
He hesitates, hurt in his dark eyes (that are not his).
"I cannot commit to something that I cannot give my all too. I cannot give you my whole heart. Please, understand."
He nods slowly. He kisses her hand.
"Thank you for helping me find happiness in life again. I hope that you will find your own peace and happiness."
And then he left. She stood for a moment, savoring the cool evening. Then she exited the small pavilion, preparing to head home. A small stream caught her eye, and ear. She took a few steps closer to the cool music of the water. It was nostalgic… "Will I see you again?"… A tear escaped her eyes. She wiped it away. Stupid tears.
She found herself crying at the oddest things. A painting had set her off the other day when she had been at the mall with her friends. It had been a dragon painting; a white dragon spiraling up into a blue, blue sky. The rushing water was soothing. It felt safe, like she was in a second home. The cool water…the illusion snapped. She shook her head and turned away. It was nothing but a recurring dream that she never remembered.
Ghosts of her imagination, fading in the harsh light of reality.
She looked up. It was going to rain soon.
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~commontater