Just a short, bittersweet piece of KateXIce as a sort of late Christmas present. I intend on writing the sequel to "Tip of the Iceberg" and this is just a little spin-off type opf thing. I've set a challenge for myself where I try to write something in a different genre each month in order to broaden my genre-horizons. I'd really appreciate it if people checked it out or maybe even attempted it. I've a blog on Tumblr which can be found here: www . genreamonth . tumblr (Just remove the spaces).
I hope you guys enjoy this!
She wasn't sure why she kept replying to his letters. Letters that had been bounced around the world before arriving at the Union so his location wouldn't be discovered. Every time she slipped the folded sheet from its paper prison, her hands would shake and her vision would blur with tears that she could never shed in front of anyone.
Then the giddy happiness would come. Like a gleeful child on Christmas morning, she would tear open the envelope to reveal the page with his beautiful, flowing, cursive handwriting.
She would devour each and every word, reading and re-reading each letter a hundred times, memorising the words that he had written to her. Then, when she could almost rhyme his words off like a poem, she would sit down to forge her own reply and try to disguise the maelstrom of negative emotions that festered inside of her. She would never let her own selfishness ruin what little contact they could have with each other.
It was two days before Christmas when his letter arrived. The same old predictable routine followed, culminating with Kate eagerly opening his letter.
It contained two brief sentences that had spurred more excitement in her than any of his letters had before.
"Kate, meet me on the path to Chicole village at 7pm tomorrow night? I've missed you so much."
There never was any doubt in her mind. She was going to meet him.
When the time finally arrived, Kate found him waiting for her, the moonlight illuminating his face. "Kate." He said after a moment's silence.
And all of a sudden, the suppressed anger and hurt all bubbled over.
With one quick lunge forwards, Kate's hand connected with his cheek, causing Ice to stumble backwards.
The next thing she knew, she was wrapped tightly in his embrace, smelling his scent that she had gone for far too long without and sobbing her heart out. Kate Davis, who never cried, not even when Darkrai had tried to pull her into the darkness, was crying in Ice's arms.
"Shhh Katie." He whispered, one hand gently stroking her hair. "It's gonna be OK." His voice hitching ever so slightly through tears of his own
And at that moment, she knew exactly why continued to answer his letters.
She had fallen in love with him.