A/N: My attempt at some kind of melancholic writing has failed, but I feel the need to update something, so I will do so…

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.Breaking Point


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Dark skies.

I see white wisps as she breathes out into the cold air.

Her lips are trembling…

A sharp whistle blows past; her emerald green locks flutter in the wind.

"Lucia…"

An angel's voice.

"Lucia? Is something the matter?"

I've been staring again. I'm sure she's noticed by now, but I'm having a hard time concentrating…

"You've been out of sorts, Lucia. Are you…feeling unwell by any chance?"

"Oh no, Princess Elincia. I'm fine. You need not worry about me. I'm just a little lackluster today. It's nothing a little more sleep won't cure." A natural smile finds its way to my lips, but it feels forced, fake, and…

Painful.

She looks skeptical, worried, but still, she answers with the same amount of nonchalance as I do, a slight smile on her perfect features. "Is that so? Well, you best be sure to get more rest these days. The cold winter weather is sure to make even the most hardworking of people a little lethargic."

"You're right, Princess. The cold really has an affect on people." This time, I smile more genuinely as I peer into her fathomless emerald pools, the heat rising to my cheeks.

I walk to the edge of the ramparts to hide my discomfiture, leaning on the stone turrets, gazing out at the people below. My brief solitude is short lived as I hear brisk steps, her shoes echoing against the granite stonework. I hold my breath as I feel her presence come closer and closer.

Her arm brushes up against mine and I can feel something drape across my shoulders and snake around my neck as a scarf intertwines us together. She laces her fingers through mine and I feel the warmth melt my icy skin.

I turn to her and she smiles so innocently, so caringly.

It's too unfair.

I have no other choice but to smile back as I try and imitate her unadulterated compassion.

"It's cold, isn't it, Lucia?"

She inches closer. And I can hear the cracking, the cracking of my frail heart that started when I first met the Princess, when I first laid eyes on her radiant figure.

You haunt my dreams every night.

I swallow the lump that lodges itself in my throat. I can barely form my words. "It is. Would you like to go back inside?"

"No. I would like to stay here a bit longer if it's possible. The cold doesn't bother me." She says it so convincingly, but I can feel her slender frame shaking, trembling at my side.

My body moves of its own accordance as I gather her into my arms.

There is a pregnant pause before I hold her closer to me, my heart racing, pounding against my chest.

She nestles closer into my embrace and I can hear her breathing play against my ear, slowly and evenly.

"Thank you, Lucia. Though your hands are cold, you certainly are much warmer than I am…"

'She is still so innocent.' I think to myself. Even though I know how she feels, I just imagine to myself what it would be like. I imagine the feel of her silky locks through my fingers, my lips upon hers...

However, each passing moment turns our embrace into a sweet affliction.

And today, I feel especially masochistic.

Maybe the instant shattering of my heart into a million pieces will be much less painful than the slow torture I endure now.

"I love you, Elincia."