A/N: I made this short little thing out of well, emotion. xDD I didn't know what came over me, I just wanted to write some GaaIno love. xD :D Hope you like it! And please tell me if you think this would make a nice story and if you'd read it. :D I won't hesitate to continue. xD
Disclamer: I don't own the characters.
He's Back (GaaIno)
"I thought that he would come here. My heart told me so. And this time, I followed my intuition. He would be here, for sure."
All I could see was darkness. It was everything and yet, nothing at all. My heart aches for him. Why did he have to go? Why did he have to leave me? It pains me everyday to even live without him. But he told me to live. And so, live I did. I thought that he would come here. My heart told me so. And this time, I followed my intuition. He would be here, for sure.
I don't know why the hell I feel so confident about this. Why would he be here, anyway?
..I ponder these questions and yet I continue to wait in this dark, abandoned building.
Taking a deep breath, I turned my flashlight on and looked around. The paint on the walls were tattered and full of vandalism. Then, I noticed, there was a couch, a broken TV and more dirty stuff. It's hard to believe that this house was once owned by those three.
I turned my flashlight off again and stared in the darkness. I heard a sound. It was a shuffle of feet with the ground. Could it be him? Suddenly, I saw this light. It was a small, orange flame. It had something white underneath it.
I think it's someone holding a candle. A cold gust of wind brushed by me. Stupid broken windows.
There were bells in the back of my mind, telling me to throw my flashlight to this guy's head and run. And yet, I ignored it. The person holding the candle takes a step. My heart thuds dramatically. Am I supposed to run? What if this is really him!? It's a once in a lifetime chance! ..I'm staying. If this isn't him, I'll run out of here like a mad woman.
..Maybe I already am a mad woman.
The person takes another step, and another, and another until he was a mere three steps away. For some reason though, I couldn't see this man's face. I'm pretty sure he's a man. The heavy thuds of his feet are enough proof. I feel so damn calm somehow. What the hell is wrong with me?
"Who are you?"
He takes a step and then I can see his face. A smile makes its way to mine. I haven't smiled in months, maybe even years! I knew it was him! I knew I couldn't be wrong this time!
"I missed you," he said with that voice I've grown to love so much.
And there he was. His cerulean eyes looking ominous due to the candle and his lips quirking up a ghost of a smile. The soft, red hair I used to bury my hands in looked the same, in fact, it looked even darker.
Love.
That's what the tattoo on his forehead meant. I miss tracing my fingers over that tattoo, feeling his soft skin in the process. Oh, how his skin looks so pale compared to the redness of that tattoo. Wait, who am I kidding?
"I missed you too," I smile tenderly as I continued, "And welcome back."
Of course he'd be pale. He's dead remember? Well, not anymore.