AN: A collection of music-themed drabbles. Happy holidays!
Summary: She can't remember when the love began.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tales of the Abyss.
Prelude- a piece that precedes a more important movement
The first thing she remembers noticing when she first meets him is his eyes. And then his hair comes into the picture, and finally the other bits and pieces gather together making him complete.
She can't remember when the love began, or how it did. She just remembers that one day, the sun shined and the birds chirped and she woke up thinking, I think I love him.
She remembers waiting for him to come back home, or maybe even more importantly, to her. She remembers how his face steadily faded from her memory in those years he was gone and how much it hurt trying to think of how he looked, how he acted, and how his voice sounded.
She remembers how, when he came back, his eyes were a little greener than she remembered, and his hair a little more red. She remembers thinking, Ah, so that's what he looks like.
But now, sitting side-by-side, shoulder-to-shoulder, and hand-in-hand, waiting for the sun to set and the moon to rise, she remembers just how much she missed him. She grips his hand tighter.
"What is it, Tear?" Luke asks lazily, lightly bumping her shoulder with his own.
"It's nothing." She smiles and rests her head against his arm. "I'm just glad you're back."
All she can think of now is how perfectly his fingers curled around her own, like pieces of a puzzle. She can't remember when it started, but here they were, together and in love.