A/N: Here I am again, conjuring fanfictions without even finishing the main one. But this is not exactly new. I made this for the school paper last 2008, thinking about animes.
Disclaimer: I don't own any nor do you so don't sue me.
The sun began to set. The seagull or whatever it was screamed to the heavens as the sky pulled its evening blanket. The sea mirrored the sky's transition of colors from pale blue to blue, to a darker blue, to an exciting saturnine livid. Stars began to fill the night, setting themselves on their rightful throne. And at last, the final strand of gold disappeared from the horizon where the sky and sea kissed. The chilling wind played with the waves.
It's been a long time since we last came here … together.
Both of them thought but no one could utter a word, fearing a sound might crush the single thread that still waited between them.
He wanted her to speak and dissolve the hard wall barring him from her. A while ago, he had wanted to stand and leave but "out of courtesy for a friend" as he chided himself, he did not. He had the chance, the opportunity—was it really opportunity?—but he didn't grab it.
They had a lot of things to say.
She was only few inches from him. It was familiar: the feeling of being near him again. But unlike yesterday, she couldn't get the power to raise her arms even her fingers to reach his hands and feel the calm determination in them. Instead, she contented herself watching the sunset, reminiscing the past, their past, and feeling his presence that she somehow longed for.
"I have to go."
He only nodded, not looking at her walking figure. He was too engrossed picking up the pieces of his own shattered soul for the second time.
She could not stop crying. Kuso. She had waited long for their meeting. She even had crossed her fingers to the day that the universe would give way for them. Was destiny busy with its favorite kids that she was left on her own? She wrapped her cloak tightly around her as if her life depended on it.
The wind played with the dried leaves and tear drops. At the corners of life, two people would keep on waiting and dreaming for the promised spring through out the killing cold. Summer would be near and as the cycle would go, they would let the earth beneath them roll and judge their fate.
More A/N: I'm thinking of making this longer but I don't have the ability to make really romantic or cheesy scenes… I always welcome suggestions with open arms.
