Before-notes:
1. This is effectively a spoiler if you're reading Anglerfish. Be warned. Well, it's not a spoiler to the main plot of Anglerfish… but if you understand it too well, you'll see what I mean.
2. This originally came from an interlude in Chapter 9 of Anglerfish, Nowell's dream, but I thought other people (many who had never played Dark Dawn) might appreciate this too. So I reworked it, and produced this.
3. So, read and pleaaase review. I really wanna know what people think.
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She stood in the forest, clothed in a white robe, her hand resting on a tree. She had kept telling herself that there was no way she would come here tonight. And yet, here she was. Deep down, she had known the whole time that she would end up here. And here she was.
And there he was. He was clothed in a black robe. His left hand was extended to the side, his fingers outstretched. It was like the fingers were cutting the cold air as he approached her. His face was obscured by the dark of night, but she knew he was smiling.
With every step he took toward her, the dread in her heart grew. She knew she had to escape while she still could. Instead, she found herself walking toward him too. His right hand extended hungrily toward her. It menaced her, threatening to snatch her up, to bind her and never let go. She welcomed it with her own and guided it to her shoulder.
He pulled her in, eagerly, but also gently, and she fell into his embrace. The black of his coat enveloped the white of hers, just like the darkness enshrouded the white soil beneath them. He had conquered her. Even if she could get herself to resist, it would be pointless now. She had surrendered long ago.
She had sworn not to come, but had anyway. She knew it was wrong, brainless, foolish. She knew this even as her lips touched his.
There was no logical reason to be here and every reason not to. And yet logic had lost out, for here she was.
He taste stung so horribly sweetly, the perfection so unbearable that she could have choked, though of course she didn't. Inside, it was burning her. It always tasted sweet when she destroyed herself this way.
In the distance, she heard the roll of the ocean's waves. The next morning, he would sail away in those waves. She would also be leaving this place then, by foot. It was just one night, she told herself, and soon it would all be over. Hopefully nobody would ever know. Now that she had given up, she was reassuring herself it wouldn't be so bad after all. And yet, she knew deep down that she would pay dearly for this night. She screamed silently at herself, but her body wouldn't listen.
She had a reputation for having a pure heart, and supposedly her soul was "as light as a feather." People thought she could do no wrong, that she could only heal wounds, that she could never create or worsen them. And yet, here she was, ignoring reason, betraying everyone and everything she held dear, and forsaking herself.
"I love you," he said tenderly. He sounded sincere- he always had- but she knew it was a blatant lie. She knew all too well. She had learned the hard way.
Mia had no good reason to be here, yet here she was. She knew very well what had brought her, though.
"I love you too."
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Author's notes:
My aim with this story was to make it "hauntingly poetic".
If you were to tell me what you think in a review, that would be really nice .
I'm still pretty unsure about the title…I'll gladly accept suggestions for new titles!