Love's Embrace
Chapter 1: Nice to meet you
"Who are you?"
"I'm Vanille, who are you?"
"I'm Serah."
"Serah...why do you cry?"
"What an odd dream." A girl with dark orange hair yawned as she adjusted her pigtails. She stood up and stretched as she looked down at her village. Vanille always had a strange habit of falling asleep in odd places during random parts of the day. Once she escaped the shade of the tree she started walking perkily through the village. It was a really small town but it was really modern day, as if it were a very small city. Even though the village had some events going on today, none of them held her interest. She kept walking until she came across the small beach that rested at the edge of the village.
"Huh?" she asked herself as she saw a girl siting in the dirt by herself. She had very light pink hair that seemed like it was glowing in the sunlight that was pulled up in a ponytail at the side of her head. Vanille was curious and walked down towards her to see what she was up to.
Serah sat in the sand and lazily ran her finger through it, drawing random pictures as she thought about everything. A month ago she found out she had a rare disease that will kill her if they can't get her the cure, the only problem is that it was near impossible to find. In the end all that Serah was left with were all the questions she'd never find answers too. She asked herself if she lived the life she'd wanted. Her answer was no, she wanted to do so much more with her life. She wanted to be able to go to medical school so she could help people. She also wanted to go out and see the world someday. But most of all she really wanted to find love. Sure, she had a fling with Snow once, but dating someone you grew up with was awkward and he seemed like he would be more of a brother than anything. It was safe to say that relationship didn't last long.
"Hello there." Serah heard a voice call from behind.
She turned around to see a girl a couple years younger standing behind her. She was smiling and seemed to not have a care in the world. "Hello." she smiled back. It was hard to resist the girls smile.
"Mind if I join you." the girl asked as she walked over and stood next to her.
"Sure, I really don't see why not." Serah answered as she continued drawing in the sand.
The girl smiled and sat down. "I'm Vanille by the way. What are you doing down here by yourself?" she asked curiously.
Serah stopped drawing and wrapped her arms around her legs as she turned to look at Vanille. "I was just thinking, and I'm Serah by the way."
"What were you thinking about, Serah?" Vanille asked, she was seriously curious about that part.
She sat and thought about how to answer that for a minute, "Honestly I was thinking about a lot of things."
"Important things?" Vanille asked.
"Yeah, I suppose it would be important." Serah smiled at her, hoping that she would drop it here. Vanille just smiled and looked at the sunset. "How old are you Vanille?"
"I'm sixteen, how old are you?" she answered.
"I just turned eighteen." Serah responded looking down at the sand. It was a sad truth she had to face, eighteen years old and she had to die.
Vanille smiled as she watched the waves sparkle in the setting sun. She didn't mind the sudden silence between her and Serah, in fact she found it comfortable around Serah. She was very friendly and cute on top of that. "Are you with anyone special?" she asked after a while.
Serah looked up from the sand and watched the waves as well. "No, I used to have a boyfriend but that's been over for quite a while now. What about you?"
"No, I used to love someone, but she found someone else." Vanille smiled. "I'm happy for her."
"She?" Serah asked. It was obvious it wasn't a slip of the tongue.
"Yeah, she was my best friend for most of my life, but I guess she liked guys more." Vanille answered honestly.
"Must be tough." Serah laughed a little. "What's it like being in love with a girl?"
"hmm..." Vanille muttered as she looked up at the sky as she thought. "I suppose it's the same as being in love with a boy."
"I suppose I should get going." Serah said as she stood up.
"Aww already?" Vanille whined a little.
"It's getting late and I really shouldn't keep my sister waiting." Serah smiled as she brushed the sand of the back of her skirt.
Vanille turned around and sat on her knees while she looked at Serah. "Can I see you again?"
"I really don't know Vanille." She answered. Time wasn't on her side and the last thing she wanted to do was break another heart.
Vanille sighed a little. "Okay, but can I ask you something before you go? Who was your boyfriend?"
"His name was Snow. He was a pretty good boyfriend I have to admit, but when you grow up together you see each other more like a brother or sister and the relationship just seems awkward." she answered. "What about your friend, what was her name?"
"Her name's Fang." Vanille answered.
Serah laughed a little, "That's Snow's new girlfriend's name."
Vanille smiled a little as Serah laughed. She really did like it when she was happy. "So are you really unsure about seeing me again?"
"You know, I don't think we'll ever be able to see each other again." she answered as a couple tears rolled down her cheek. It hurt her to say those words, knowing that her time was short. She didn't enjoy shutting people out, but it was the only way to keep from hurting them. Before Vanille could argue, Serah ran toward the village as fast as she could.
Vanille watched her slightly shocked and hurt by the fact that she left so quickly. When she was out of sight, she got up and started walking back until she came to the spot where Serah was standing minutes before. There were wet spots on the sand that caught her attention. She crouched down and placed her hand over the dots. "Serah..." she said to herself as she looked back toward the village.
Authors Note: Phew, finally finished the first chapter of my first yuri fanfic. Sorry if the first chapter isn't that great but it's going to get interesting quickly. This story is also for a friend of mine, it's my thank you present for making me my lovely youtube background.