A/N: I know this is a lot to ask, but please read it all before you judge my story. I hope you like it. It's pretty sad in the beginning, but I think you'll like my ending when it's done.
night writer
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The Ever Patient LoveChapter 1
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In the middle of the night, stood a solitary figure. A gentle breeze blew the woman's long hair back away from the immobile face, which was a sharp contrast to the emerald green eyes that held signs of sadness. Though the rest of the figure showed otherwise, the face held wisdom and desolation that should not come to one so young. The narrow face held high cheekbones, a nose with a gentle curve, a sensitive mouth, and stubborn chin. Along with those attributes, the woman, even with the melancholy surrounding her, gave out an aura filled with a sense of comfort, calmness, and a gentle touch of a mother or friend.
The breeze blew the fragile cherry blossoms around and they seemed to surround the figure, trying to offer whatever comfort they could. The cherry blossoms never seemed to touch the slender figure, though, but seemed held a sense of awe at the beauty before them.
Crystalline teardrops fell quietly from those emerald eyes, flowing gently down its silent passage on the pale face, to drip without a sound to the ground. The ground sucked the tears and the grass where the teardrops hit seemed to droop a little in sadness, feeling the grief radiating from the silent form.
The sadness, the loss, the anguish seemed to come together in a faint sob that finally tore from the grief-stricken silhouette. Sob after sob, tear after tear let loose from the body in a sudden wave. The deep sorrow radiating in huge waves from the figure seemed to resonate to the far reaches of the world. The wind picked up a little as if mimicking the girl's sudden outburst.
The young lady fell to her knees and in a voice that would have sounded like the high tinkering of a bell any other time, repeated over and over again the foregoing question of, "why?"
In the shadows of the night, another stood, watching the girl cry over the stone that lay there. He stood looking, with equal sadness, at the slumped over figure. Wanting filled the young man, the deep longing of someone who wants only to comfort his loved one. The longing of unanswered love, of one whom never stated the love of another, one who is filled with deep regrets.
He moved forward silently toward the drooping figure of his best friend and the woman he wordlessly loved.
Crying over the stone, the young woman suddenly felt herself swallowed up in a comforting hug. Her sobs stopped for a moment in surprise and apprehension, but was renewed when she heard the murmurings of comfort from her best friend. She moved deeper into the embrace in response to his show of love for his friend.
Her tears and sobs came slowly to a stop and she heard her friend whisper, "Are you alright?" She heard his concern for her.
She raised her head and whispered, "No."
He nodded and raised his hand to wipe away a few tears, "I'm going to take you home, and you need to rest. Okay?"
In response, she merely rested her head on top of his shoulder and let out another sob.
He lifted the petite figure up into his arms and carried her like a baby. His amber eyes looked down at the slumped over figure and then flashed over to the stone she had been crying over.
'I will keep my promise, Kinomoto-san. I will keep her safe.".