Authors Note: Hello Everyone ! I'm new at this so, yes, I know I am a tad rusty right now, but please R&R, and hopefully I can get some suggestions to get this story started. Thanks!
Prologue:
Happy Birthday!
I awoke to the morning sun licking at my face through the window beside me, instead of it being rainy again, the weather had took a sudden change, she could tell by the cheerful screams of children and the constant thump of a ball being kicked back and forth on the quiet streets of Edge. One brown eye squinted open and soon the other opened as well, a soft groan escaped from her lips at the constant poking at her side, "Neveah! C'mon! Barrett's waiting for you downstairs!" The young boy practically screamed at the stubborn blonde. Neveah simply responded by turning on her side and sighing, staring at the cream colored wall next to her. Why did this day, of all days, still feel the same to her? Something was missing that's why, they were missing, her parents. Before she could linger on this thought any longer, the bang of a cane hitting her door made her jump from her bed. There, a weak-looking old man smiled at her the best he could; she stared back at him with tossed hair, and sleepy eyes. "Morning to you too…" she muttered, even when sleepy, her voice still had that soft edge to it. "Oh man! The time sure does go by fast doesn't it huh?" The old man spoke, Neveah simply smiled at him, while sitting back down on her bed. She looked down to the locket around her neck, and then closed her eyes, an image of her father made its way into her mind, "Happy Birthday, Sweetheart" he spoke and smiled ever so slightly. She sighed once more and opened her chocolate brown eyes to only be inches away from a child, who's hands extended a box "Here you go Neveah!, me and the others raised enough gil to get you some chocolates… sorry it's not much" the boy scratched the back of his neck nervously, as Neveah simply stared at the box. She blinked once more, and then a smile crept its way from the corners of her soft, pink lips. "Thanks, kiddo" she said and then lifted a hand to fix his auburn hair which looked a bit wind blown. Barrett simply looked at her, he knew the real reason she was so down, she often didn't act like this unless she was missing them. She looked to the worn out maple floor and lifted her hands up to her face, embarrassed and ashamed. She was supposed to be strong, she promised. Tears ran down her face as she quietly sobbed, her whole body began to shake.
Who knew a promise would be so hard to keep?