A/N: Short angsty story for you all. Figure out the pairings…ask me, if you must.

By the way, I do not own Golden Sun.

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The snow rages outside.

You smile. I frown.

You ask me what's the matter. I answer that I'm not used to the weather and it was very much cold.

You just shake your head and say that I'll get used to it. You then look at me with those fiery eyes and apologize for bringing me here in the middle of nowhere.

I put on distant eyes and say it isn't your fault. I explain how if it weren't for them, I probably would have been dead in the river by now.

You look at me sympathetically but say no more. I touch your shoulder and say it's alright because if it weren't for her sister and comrade, we would have never met.

You face me and smile and suddenly burst into laughter. You comment me on my ridiculous love-talk but you hug me anyway. I feel the warmth of your fire adept body against my cold earthed one, and I return it back.

You kiss me on the cheek and tell me to be careful out in Weyard tomorrow, for I was leaving with the other two Proxians tomorrow for the Elemental stars.

I blush slightly and clasp your warm hand that clashes against the cold snow outside.

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You stare at me now with red glazed eyes. You tell me to finish my task at the lighthouse and to save Weyard.

I stare at you with brown watery eyes. You tell me that now was not the time for such matters. I do not hear your remark- the growing pool of red surrounds you.

You tell me to leave you, for the lighthouse was soon to destruct. I shake my head and tell you that I couldn't leave you. You try to shake yourself out of my arms, but I wouldn't allow it.

You tell me that I will be destructed along with the lighthouse. I say that if that's the case, I'll stay until the end. You call me a fool and attempt to bring your scythe down to your body to destroy your remaining life.

I stop you and tell you to stop. You let go of your scythe and let your arm collapse into your own pool of red.

You yell with your remaining strength that there was no more time. You wheeze and gasp. I clasp your hand, now growing cold and feeling like a faint fire. I only feel your faint fiery hand, and realize how much its temperature was starting to match that raging blizzard outside of this fiery lighthouse.

You ask me what's the matter. I tell you that I wasn't used to your hand ever being cold at all. You just shake your head and tell me to start getting used to it, for it will be like that forever very soon.

I tear up. You smile softly.

The snow rages outside.

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A/N: Well I hope you enjoyed. Haven't written an angsty story in awhile, and plus this is a little different than my usual writing style. Thanks for reading! And if you'd like to review…but I won't force you at all. XD