How Is It Over?

N-S-S A/N: Layton/OC, Allie Beauregard. Why am I so Professor Layton obsessed recently...?

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"If you leave me now... I'll be alone. Please, I can't make it on my own... Don't leave me! This heart of stone... will sink until it dies... Stay...!"

None of my words made a difference.

I watched him walk away, my heart broken. He tried to do it as nicely as possible, but that didn't stop the tears from flowing.

I bet it was Emmy. Emmy had stolen his heart, and I was left alone in an unfamiliar place, even after four years.

"It's over... it's over... It can't be over!" I called after him. "Please!"

I sank to my knees, sobbing. It started to rain, and I stayed there, being soaked.

I wished he would come back, pick me up off my knees and run with me to my apartment, and make me smile again. Make my broken heart put itself back together.

"Goodbye..." the wind seemed to whisper in his voice. "Goodbye..."

I was soaked to the bone. And I was going to be alone in London. There wouldn't be anymore Flora or Luke or anything. There would be me, myself and I. The end. That thought killed me.

I cried harder at the thought of being alone in this place.

"I'm sorry!" I yelled. "I'm sorry that I'm not good enough for you!"

My usually bright clothing was dulled with the rain that I was sitting in. I heard people passing me, saying things about me. I didn't even care.

"I didn't want to lose him," I whispered to the ground. "But I'm still alive... that means there is still a chance..."

That gave me hope. I hadn't died, my heart was still beating, and I was breathing. There was a small chance that he had made a mistake. That one little mistake could save us. Save my broken heart, save the beautiful thing we'd created together. It would save the "family" we'd built together. It could save it all.

I stood up, looking in the direction he'd walked away in.

Then I started running.

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Mini A/N: I have issues calling Professor Layton "Hershel." So that's why Allie usually refers to him as "Layton" in her part. Just FYI.

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I caught up to him on his street, and stood in front of him.

"You... think... it can be... over," I said, breathing heavily. "That you can just... throw it all away."

"I'm sorry, Allie, it's already done," he told me. "Now if you'll excuse me-"

"Stop!" I said, not letting him pass me. "It's not over! I can see it in your eyes... Layton, you're hurting too. You didn't want this."

"How can you-?"

"You were wrong, Layton," I said, ignoring his question. "You were wrong. It's not over between us. It's never over."

"Allie..." he said slowly.

"Don't you see?" I asked. "I'm not the only one for you, but you're the only one for me! I'm not going to make it on my own... I need you, still..."

I stood there, staring at my feet, cheeks red in embarrassment. Then his arms were around me, in the hug that I knew I would always love.

"Thank you," he said. "Thank you for telling me I was incorrect about assuming we could part."

I looked into his dark eyes, smiling. He was smiling back.

And then it slowly stopped raining.

The sun in my heart and outside was shining again.

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Not-So-Short Author's Note: Why did I want to write such a fluffy bit of fanfiction! That was just... wow. I've been on a huge Professor Layton hype since I finished Diabolical Box. By the way, this actually takes place after my uncompleted fic, "Emmy vs. Allie" where Allie is officially introduced and she meets Emmy. I'm posting that soon as it's done... Then I'll try to write another chapter of LtF. I've gotten busy... but then again, I'm getting a new microphone soon, so I may be too busy recording things to write, haha. Thanks for reading! R&R appreciated.

~Zabria Rose~