Title: Buried Pictures
Author: Lilas
Spoilers: NONE!!
Pairings: Ranken? Not really, but it's once sided at least
Summary: Ken finds an old photo album
Author's note: I was pondering on this idea and thought it kinda cute and possible. Anyone wants a sequel, tell me and I'll write it.
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I found a photo album today while packing. It was buried with the rest of my past. I hate photo albums. They always remind me of what I lost… Of what I had. They're depressing. I thought I'd thrown them all away since I joined Weiβ, but I kept that one… I didn't know why until I looked through it. They were old pictures of my parents and my siblings. Pictures from my childhood.
I couldn't help but start crying. All the memories I had buried flew back at me and I couldn't help but shake at the terrible sadness that began eating me away. I cried at every page until I saw that picture. An innocent picture of two boys; a picture I don't remember ever taking. I must have been three at that time, but the smile on my face was unmistakable… His however, was foreign. I couldn't help but choke on my tears.
There he was on the picture. The man I loved was in a picture with me and smiling. Smiling! And with me! In the same picture! It couldn't be him. I'd have remembered him if we were friends during our early childhood, wouldn't I? Wouldn't I remember if we had known each other?
I threw the album to the floor at that point and hugged myself tightly. It was so confusing. The biggest asshole I'd ever met in my life was standing in a picture next to me, smiling, his orchid eyes smiling with him as our arms circled our shoulders. It was so strange, seeing him next to me with that innocent face… It was so incredible to think that we knew each other as children and had played together. I wish I could call my mom and ask her if we knew each other or not, but it's impossible… After all, I'm supposed to be dead, right?
But if I was friends with him, was I friends with his now comatose sister? And if I was friends with them, what happened? Why don't I remember them? Why can't I remember the events leading up to that old, tattered picture?! Why can't I remember him playing with me? And what did we play? Did we play tag, soccer, hide-and-go-seek? Did we have fun, did we like each other? How long had we known each other?
Fate is a funny thing. Once we were friends, then enemies and now friends once more… But I want to be more than friends. Did I wish that as a child too or had I been content with his friendship? I'm guessing I was too young to wish for more than a friend, but even so… How did we meet? What were our first words?
I'm still shaking, even an hour after having seen the picture. I still can't believe it. We had been friends. We had been childhood friends. But that was in the past and the past was to be buried. We can't remember the past, it's not healthy, right? I slowly get up and close the album and put it in the carton box. I won't tell him. Why bother? We're all going our separate ways now that everything is over. We're going to try and build our lives once more.
If fate wants us to meet once more, then we will. Then maybe I'll show him a bit of our forgotten past together… A past neither of us remembered; a past I never wanted to remember.
Maybe keeping that photo album is a bad idea. Maybe I should throw it away… But I can't. It's the only picture I have of him smiling… and I'm with him. I'm the one making him smile. Even if he hates me now, at least I know we were once friends… At least I know we shared a bit of the painful past we each tried to forget… We each tried to bury.
Maybe I'll get him to smile again. Maybe I'll get him to smile because of me again… It's something to look for… It's something to wish for. And I think that's enough for now.
Author: Lilas
Spoilers: NONE!!
Pairings: Ranken? Not really, but it's once sided at least
Summary: Ken finds an old photo album
Author's note: I was pondering on this idea and thought it kinda cute and possible. Anyone wants a sequel, tell me and I'll write it.
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I found a photo album today while packing. It was buried with the rest of my past. I hate photo albums. They always remind me of what I lost… Of what I had. They're depressing. I thought I'd thrown them all away since I joined Weiβ, but I kept that one… I didn't know why until I looked through it. They were old pictures of my parents and my siblings. Pictures from my childhood.
I couldn't help but start crying. All the memories I had buried flew back at me and I couldn't help but shake at the terrible sadness that began eating me away. I cried at every page until I saw that picture. An innocent picture of two boys; a picture I don't remember ever taking. I must have been three at that time, but the smile on my face was unmistakable… His however, was foreign. I couldn't help but choke on my tears.
There he was on the picture. The man I loved was in a picture with me and smiling. Smiling! And with me! In the same picture! It couldn't be him. I'd have remembered him if we were friends during our early childhood, wouldn't I? Wouldn't I remember if we had known each other?
I threw the album to the floor at that point and hugged myself tightly. It was so confusing. The biggest asshole I'd ever met in my life was standing in a picture next to me, smiling, his orchid eyes smiling with him as our arms circled our shoulders. It was so strange, seeing him next to me with that innocent face… It was so incredible to think that we knew each other as children and had played together. I wish I could call my mom and ask her if we knew each other or not, but it's impossible… After all, I'm supposed to be dead, right?
But if I was friends with him, was I friends with his now comatose sister? And if I was friends with them, what happened? Why don't I remember them? Why can't I remember the events leading up to that old, tattered picture?! Why can't I remember him playing with me? And what did we play? Did we play tag, soccer, hide-and-go-seek? Did we have fun, did we like each other? How long had we known each other?
Fate is a funny thing. Once we were friends, then enemies and now friends once more… But I want to be more than friends. Did I wish that as a child too or had I been content with his friendship? I'm guessing I was too young to wish for more than a friend, but even so… How did we meet? What were our first words?
I'm still shaking, even an hour after having seen the picture. I still can't believe it. We had been friends. We had been childhood friends. But that was in the past and the past was to be buried. We can't remember the past, it's not healthy, right? I slowly get up and close the album and put it in the carton box. I won't tell him. Why bother? We're all going our separate ways now that everything is over. We're going to try and build our lives once more.
If fate wants us to meet once more, then we will. Then maybe I'll show him a bit of our forgotten past together… A past neither of us remembered; a past I never wanted to remember.
Maybe keeping that photo album is a bad idea. Maybe I should throw it away… But I can't. It's the only picture I have of him smiling… and I'm with him. I'm the one making him smile. Even if he hates me now, at least I know we were once friends… At least I know we shared a bit of the painful past we each tried to forget… We each tried to bury.
Maybe I'll get him to smile again. Maybe I'll get him to smile because of me again… It's something to look for… It's something to wish for. And I think that's enough for now.