She stared.
Stared at where he used to live.
Stared at where only the vestiges of his ghost remained.
You always seem so strong.
Her feet stepped the same ground he had once stepped. The same ground he paced almost everyday. The old ground of which the shadow of his footsteps would forever linger, glistening in the eyes of those who once cared for him.
Don't be afraid to let down you guard...
She was the kind of person whose heart was as vulnerable as glass. To her own crying mind, it felt as though someone, someone unknown to her eyes, had simply smashed her heart to pieces with a brick. Right then, she had the perfectly obvious symptoms of a girl with a broken heart.
...once in a while.
Her eyes no longer showed the typical generosity and gentleness. The simple care so many knew. She'd been hurt so many times, but this time was simply different. She was alone this time. She was the only victim. As her foot was placed on the warm ashes of the once welcoming building to her, a shiver ran right up her body and pushed more tears out.
Everyone said...
Everyone said she'd cried so much she had no tears left. But there was never 'no tears left'. She was lost in this condition. Completely, totally, undeservingly lost. She'd gone astray from the eyes of others, as if when she stepped further into the miniscule remains of the house, she was lost from sight completely. She vanished. At least, the person they all knew did. She had done nothing, nothing to deserve this fate.
...everyone thought you'd go down in honour of somebody else.
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Once, they'd left everything behind, untouched, and gone out for the evening. Having originally gone to a high-class restaurant as a treat for themselves, they ended up spending far longer than planned at a none other than Yuffie's house. Yuffie had tried to tempt the pair to kiss, in a far-too-obvious attempt to gain an excuse to kiss reserved Vincent, who had coincidentally met up with the couple and arrived at Yuffie's house with them. They both had rejected, leaving persistent Yuffie eventually exasperated. Giving up, the pair had left.
This was at the beginning. Or, at least, as close to the beginning as either of them would care to remember.
After some careful convincing, she had taken him on a simple walk through a serene wood, just once. The cool air that refreshed their senses for the rest of the day, the light chirping and gossiping of the birds as they fluttered speedily overhead, was all shattered when a group of bikers rocketed round the corner and knocked her flying. Caught by her concerned lover, she kissed him, and he kissed her back, regardless and uncaring of the fact that they were practically in a ditch.
This was well into their relationship. At a time when, in the eyes of some, 'action' would soon ensue.
And recently. Just recently. They fought. Fought over a stupidly small, futile subject of which neither of the pair could even truthfully say they remembered afterwards. Having made up tenderly, they grew ever closer. If that was even possible. Despite this very real fact, nothing further ever happened. It never got a chance to.
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A/N: I wrote this without mentioning the names of the pair, and I was wondering to the end of it if anyone could guess correctly. So if you have an idea, put up a review mentioning so and I'll try and get back to you as soon as possible if you're right.