I'm not dead! Just a lot of stuff happened at the same time, combined with me running out of writing creative juices. Read and review, that is very helpful!
Cynthia's not-so-delicate fingers handled her pen with care. She was filling lucky that Valentine's Day. For some reason, she felt like she'd get a gift from a secret admirer.
To be fair, that might've been because Severa told her, but, still. Her gut feeling should account for something.
She dozed off staring at the paper she was writing in, wondering who'd be the secret admirer? A gallant gentleman who swoons the ladies? A ladies man who'd drop his constant act of hitting on the ladies just to be with her? A bad boy only she can melt his ice cold heart? A talented, cultured man with a wild streak? Cynthia sighed. Those would be too cliché, now, wouldn't they?
The bell rang.
Cynthia headed to her locker, fiddling with one of the strands of her Prussian Blue hair, the card she had made for her secret admirer in hand. One to the right, four to the left, five to the right and her locked opened. And there it was.
The game she had loved and yet had lost years ago when she moved. They weren't shelling it out anymore, were they? So… that must've been his copy.
"To: Cynthia. I know you love this game and you never really finished it, so I decided to give my copy to you. Happy Valentine's Day!" – those words were dribbled on the inside of the box.
She knew those letters. She knew who had written it. She heard his voice talking to another very well-known voice behind her.
"Did you really do that?"
"She really loved that game, man, so I deleted my own data and gave it to her."
"You do know she'll known that it's your lettering, right? We've played through enough RPG sessions that she knows how you write." That was Owain's voice. Clearly.
"Eh, she probably does. Still, I'm glad that I did that. It probably made her happy."
Morgan had done it. Of course. Morgan was… a complete, total dork. The sort of guy that does LARPing, goes to cons, plays his 3DS in school. The sort of guy that hangs out with her in his free time, and would do anything to help her.
Morgan was… a sweetheart. She had to admit it.
Cynthia closed her locker's door, turned around and walked towards him. Their lockers were opposites on the corridor. He had his back turned to her. This would be perfect.
"Hey, Morgan!"
"Cynthia! Uh…" He turned around.
And she kissed him. She kissed him with all she had.
He pulled her by her shirt and gave her own smooch a retribution.
"You two are the cutest couple I've ever seen." They were too entranced in one another to notice Owain's quip.