Pale, clammy hands hit the keys of a piano.
Blonde hair falls into baby blue eyes.
Sounds fall out of the instrument; notes pour out in a harmonious way.
Then, a voice sings.
A beautiful voice, like an angel.
Or a goddess.
A goddess...
A cold, salty drop hits the keys of the instrument. A tear.
She was here.
She survived the war.
Fingers lift from the piano. Notes continue to ring.
The voice stops singing.
They now face each other.
"Hera..."
"Francis..."
The exchanging of names makes blue eyes widen.
Tears hit the floor.
Bodies collide in a tight embrace.
The silent words of love whisper.
Whisper...
The other pulls away.
Emerald eyes meet baby blue.
"You still wear the ribbon..."
The red ribbon...
These words are said with a smile. They gain a nod.
Tanned hands stroke blonde hair. "Why...?"
The ribbon was silk. It was as red as blood.
"Because it is my only memory of you."
Silence.
Lips meet lips.
I love you.
The words were left unsaid, and instead practiced.
I love you, too.
Sorry ;-; I had to. It's my favorite crack pairing!
Don't worry, I'm still writing my Hetalian Fairy Tales sTory and my GiriPan, I just haven't had much inspiration.
Thanks for reading!