I HAVE RISEN FROM THE DEAD!! How long has it been? Since April? More? I have no idea. Didja miss me? XD
ANYWAAAY lol school and waaay too many outtings on weekends are the reasons I have neglected to type and post anything. However if you look on my profile page, you see I do have many ideas, including a multichapter CloudxKadaj story that I have to start, along with other stuff. But who cares, the main event is, I have a story up (which still has a chapter to go) ANNND it's CLOUDXKADAJ!! I haven't written them in AGES, I missed them, I had a random idea from this doujinshi I read awhile back and this random idea came into my head. It's going to be the last bit of CxK angst before I start my other story on them which is going to be happy and cute and all that good stuff.
First off, this is the first time I tried 1st Person POV! : D It came out really well, so I'm happy with that. Advantage of 1st person POV is you have one less character to describe! Anyway, I want your thoughts too on how it is.
Secondly, this chapter is from's Cloud's POV and the second chapter will be from Kadaj's. That chapter won't be done until after June 20th, because that's my last day of school!!
Thirdly, before I disappear for a month of so typing up my stories, do enjoy this while you can! XD So do go and get READING!

The sky is always black, always has the same stars. The moon was always in the same place, maybe tonight it was just fuller and brighter. But it never changed…never truly changed. It was the same tonight as it had been the previous night, and as it was nine years ago, seven years ago, five years ago…

And my life…was it so different from the dark, endless sky?

I always told myself that when I knew that cheerful SOLDIER, when he was my friend, my only friend…my best friend…life was different.

His name practically tattooed in my mind…Zack.

Life was different around him…how could it not be? I felt different around him- I was happy, maybe the only time I could say I was ever truly happy. His smile, bright and so appealing made any surroundings feel like home. Home…did I even know what that was? Was there anywhere I ever thought was home? Nibelheim wasn't even close. Neither was Midgar…and where I am now…I wouldn't know. They say home is where the heart is…but where is my heart?

My hero took it when he died…I never cared for anyone, loved anyone more than him. I couldn't bring myself to love anyone else…I was afraid. Even though, she took my heart too…she was so much like him, so upbeat and willing. How could I ignore her being the sweet person she was? I didn't love her as much as the bright-eyed angel, but I loved her enough. Enough that her death, along with his, would haunt me for two years. Two long, endless years…of solitude, of regret…of wanting to see them again, to tell them I was sorry…sorry I couldn't live for him like I should, sorry that I couldn't stop her when I could.

I didn't want to love again, I didn't want to hurt anyone else, and I didn't want to hurt myself more than I already was. I thought I was immune to it by now, but every thought of his laugh and his touch, every thought of her smile and warmth still cut into my heart, a cut that would never heal, a scar that would never disappear.

That was…until you came along.

I didn't know what I thought of you when I first saw you…I was too confused. You called me brother, yet you threatened my life- you asked for your mother, who at the time I didn't even know, yet you thought I did. You called me a traitor, and yet you would smile at me. You looked at me with a type of curiosity, maybe even desire, as though you wanted to know more about me. I wouldn't deny I wanted to know more about you too- but how could I? We were on opposite sides, I couldn't trust you- you were so delicate. One moment you gazed at me as though you wanted me to come closer, and when I tried you pulled your sword to my throat. You made me angry…you made me hate you, because I couldn't understand you.

But no…I didn't hate you. I couldn't hate you, because I didn't understand you…it was all so infuriating. I wanted to forget you, but you were all I could think of at night. You contradicted yourself…you were cruel, dominating, even twisted…and yet you looked like an angel fallen right out of heaven. Your skin porcelain, yet it had the appearance of being so smooth, so creamy…my heart sped up at the thought of touching you, wondering if you felt as good as you looked. Platinum, delicate silky strands was your hair, and although it was messy it was neat at the same time…odd, yet unique. It covered most of your beautiful face, and sometimes I wished I could brush the hair out of your animalistic eyes, to see what you were thinking, what many emotions were present in those ever-changing jewels of yours. During the day, they shone a poisonous green, yet at night, a glowing turquoise. They were almost enchanting, although sometimes they were terrifying. I guess it depended in what mood you were in.

I liked it when you talked, but not because of what you were saying, goodness knows I never understood a word of it. It was entertaining watching your lips move, with the perfect fullness and a gentle peach color. Your voice too depended on how you felt- sometimes it was soft, almost sensual…other times it was cold, laced with the loathing that you felt for me. Or at least you thought.

Your body was covered in form-fitting black leather, and it irritated me sometimes, because whether I wanted to admit it or not, I wanted to see more of your skin besides your face. I wanted to feel every curve your attire hugged gracefully, I wanted you so bad sometimes it almost hurt.

My sense of self would return to me though, and I would tell myself that you were too young for me to fool around with. You were too clueless, too native to understand what I wanted from you. You were my enemy…or at least you were supposed to be. I couldn't have you…I shouldn't have you…I didn't want to put myself through anymore heartaches, anymore confusion, my heart barely existed as it was. How much more could I possibly put it through?

But you changed all of that. I came back into the church nonchalantly, my mind reeling- and then I stopped dead as I looked up.

There you were, sitting amongst her flowers, weaponless, your legs crossed, your hair glittering under the beam of moonlight present above you. White skin glowed under your dark clothing, your eyes that enchanting turquoise, filled with amusement at my reaction, a gentle smirk across your lovely lips. I could only stare at you in surprise, although my head was now filled with even more questions. However, before I could ask anything, you spoke.

"Are you really surprised to see me here Niisan? I'd thought you'd be happy…"

I blinked, shocked. How could you know…? Was I really such an open book?

You found this amusing, as you chuckled to yourself, patting the space next to you.

"Come here, Niisan…I want to talk to you."

"About what?"

"Anything. Tell me anything. You don't talk much…I want to hear you. I want to know you."

For the first time that I noticed, your eyes didn't hold any humor, any teasing. They were honest, curious…I ached to know why. This wasn't like I had grown to know you…then again…out there, holding your Souba expertly in your left hand, your mouth in a teasing smile, your eyes burning with hidden fury…was that you? Or what they had made you to be? You were just a puppet…an avatar…his avatar. He could make you anything he wanted to…and how would you even know if that was what you wanted? Could you tell apart your desires from his? Did you even know yourself? It seemed you had some control over your own will, as I'm sure you meeting me here wasn't part of anything he planned. But who was I to think you didn't know what you wanted, or you didn't know who you were? Was I so different?

You broke my thoughts, your voice soft, intrigued.

"What are you thinking Niisan? You think so much, but you never say anything. What are you trying to hide?"

My gaze met yours, and your eyes still held a bit of amusement, yet I knew you were sincere. I was still surprised and intrigued by you, but I tried to hide it. But if you wanted to talk…so be it.

"Why does it matter you to what my thoughts are?"

"Didn't you here me before? I want to know who are you Niisan."

"Why?"

"Because I don't think…you're what Mother says you are. It doesn't make sense to me…so…I'd figured maybe talking to you would help sort things out. Is that so much to ask?"

At your words, so earnest, innocent even, my heart went out to you. The lies they filled in your head, she herself was a lie…she was not your Mother, she never was…I wished I could tell you, but I didn't want to confuse you more than you probably already were. I didn't want to complicate things. What you were asking was simple enough. I wanted to keep things that way…although it wouldn't be that way for long.

So, I sat next to you, and you smiled at me, a simple, pleased smile that lifted your face more than I could explain. Then you started with your questions…why was I quiet. Why did I live here. Why didn't I ever really talk to you. Why I seemed reluctant sometimes to fight you. Why didn't I ever come after you. Why hadn't I killed you yet. Why did I ignore you besides when I saw you. What was I hiding from you, that I wouldn't tell you. Your questions baffled me, yet I couldn't blame you for asking them. I knew I was not acting like a typical enemy. But the answers were not solid in my head yet…so I came up with an idea.

"You ask a lot of questions…I don't think I can answer them all tonight."

"Why not?"

"Because…some I don't even know the answer to. Tell you what…I'll answer one of your questions a night."

"Only one?"

Your face fell into an irresistible pout, and I couldn't help but smile a bit.

"You'll be surprised how long it might take to explain my answer to you. You don't ask simple questions."

Thoughtful was your face for a moment before you nodded.

"Okay, Niisan. So you promise to answer all of them?"

"Yes."

A small smile made it's way on your delicate face at my promise. So then you went back to your first question: why was I mostly silent. As I predicted, it took awhile for me to answer, but you clung on to every word. By the time I was finished explaining, it was much later into the night. I realized you weren't the only one figuring out about me- I seemed to finding out about myself as well.

"You're a lot like Yazoo. You like to keep things to yourself…it's so hard to read you sometimes…and then sometimes it's so obvious. You're really weird, Niisan."

I smiled, and met your enchanting gaze, which still held that warm humor.

"You're one to talk."

At my teasing words, your expression brightened in a way I had never seen before. But almost as soon as it appeared, it left as you looked thoughtful again. Were you thinking about your own differences? Why your emotions could change so easily? I waited for you to speak, but you said nothing.

You got on your feet, still looking at me, and I wasn't sure what was held in your gaze. You thanked me, said good night, and then left. I watched you, your hips swaying in a nearly feminine way as you walked, and a form of disappointment filled my heart as I knew I wouldn't see you again until tomorrow night.

Our sessions continued for quite some time. You'd either already be waiting for me when I entered the church, or you come in after me. You asked your question and I'd spend most of the night answering it. Our conversations got pretty deep sometimes- you ask more questions about what I was telling you, then in the middle of explaining I'd ask you a question. Sometimes our meetings lasted only two hours- others nearly the whole night. As we talked and learned more about each other, understood each other, I realized it was easier to talk to you…I learned to trust you. I felt comfortable around you and my attraction to you grew stronger as I was nearly eager everyday awaiting your arrival.

You seem to enjoy our sessions as well, as you appeared with a smile, with a lightness in your behavior you didn't have before. You became relaxed around me…perhaps you trusted me too? One night, one where my answer to your question was quite a long one, you moved closer to me and laid your head on my lap, smiling innocently up at me. I paused my words as I looked down at you- your hair fell back over my knee, and I could finally fully see your pretty face. I could only wonder why you would want to hide something so beautiful.

Lost, I reached down to touch your cheek, pleased to find it was as soft as it looked. Your eyes watched with curiosity as I started to stroke your cheek with my thumb, reveling in it's perfect tenderness. You sighed softly at my touch and I smiled…I wanted you to enjoy this. I slipped my hand up the side of your face to entangle my fingers in silky silver strands. The smoothness of your hair against my fingers was almost addicting; I ran my fingers through the platinum locks repeatedly. You seemed to like this sensation as well, as your mako-infused eyes were closed and there was a peaceful smile on your face. As I let my eyes wander over your resting angelic face, I noticed there was a childish roundness to it that truly showed your youth. It made you even more attractive, but I realized what you really just were, what you always had been.

A child. A lone, innocent child, forced to live a life of an adult, a life of control, demands, punishment, confusion. And your problem was that you didn't want to grow up. You wanted to be treated, taken care of, you wanted someone to hold you, someone to guide you, you hated the thought of being alone. Was this why you came to me each night? You didn't want to have to face your inner demons, hear her voice in your head, try to sort out the confusion in your mind. You just wanted to be you, to be normal…perhaps you saw talking to me as an escape from your own misery. That would explain why you were always pleased to see me, why you were so calm. Looking down at your serene form, your gentle smile, I knew my thoughts were true. A smile formed on my lips looking at you this way…you wouldn't know, but you were my escape too.

Your eyes opened suddenly, glowing with something akin to happiness.

"You can continue with your story, Niisan."

"Oh…right."

Peach lips pulled up in a smile and it was then, as you looked at me, cheerful, peaceful, trusting…liking…that I realized I had done something I had sworn never to do.

I had fallen in love with you.

Maybe it wasn't true love just yet, maybe it was just a crush, maybe it was silly, and unthinkable, unheard of between types like us, astounding even. Shocking. I would admit I was surprised at myself for falling for an insane, yet lovable teenager who just a couple months ago wanted to take my life.

It was crazy. Dumbfounding. Despicable, if you will. Unbelievable.

But it was true. I don't know if you felt the same way…did you know what love was? You did crave it after all, so you must have felt some inkling of it. Nonetheless, having my thoughts sorted out, I continued with my story, and you listened intently to every word as I continued stroking your hair.

It was that night when you left that I felt I didn't want you to leave. I never wanted you to leave, for fear that you wouldn't come back. But it was only now that I knew I longed for you that it hurt to see you walk away. You would never know the ache you left behind.

It had to be the fourth month into our sessions, on a Sunday night if I remembered well. It was late and you hadn't come yet…I felt hurt, but I also felt worried. Nothing had ever stopped you from coming before…why weren't you here? Had something happened to you? This thought petrified me- if anything wrong happened to you, it would be my fault, all my fault and I wouldn't forgive myself.

My worry nearly became fear after another long hour and I was considering going to find you, until suddenly you burst through the door, disrupting the scared silence. You ran straight toward me and once you stepped into the moonlight, tears shone off your white skin, your eyes threatening to release more. Surprise and sympathy replaced my anxiety as you threw yourself on me, burying your head in my chest, your arms encircling my waist and holding me in a tight grip as though afraid I would disappear. I pulled you into my lap and held you close to me as you cried into the blue of my sweater. I didn't know why you were crying, and it hurt me to see you so broken like this…I was reminded that our relationship was never to be in the first place, no matter how much it seemed to work. Was your love for me helping you or hurting you? Maybe both?

After some minutes you halted your tears, and lay your head on my shoulder, saying nothing, your grip not relenting. I kept silent as well- you could tell me what was bothering you when you felt ready. I wasn't going to bother you about it…I didn't need to make you more distressed than you already probably were.

Finally, you spoke after what felt like never ending silence.

"Nii-san…I can't…I want to but…she knows…she's angry with me…she screamed at me…I can't do this anymore, I don't want to hurt you but…"

You broke again into sobs and my fear of what would eventually happen had come true. She had come between us, and now you had to choose. Obviously, you didn't know what to do, and I blamed myself, but yet…you were the one that came to me. But what would you have known? All you wanted was to find a sanctuary…but life could never be so simple, especially not for you. Even so, I would not let her take you- never.

"Kadaj…"

"I'm so stupid…I thought coming to you would keep me away from her…well it does, but only when I'm with you…but I wasn't supposed to be with you in the first place…that's what she says…"

Your eyes were pink and swollen from crying, as you pulled away some to look at me. Your expression was one of hopelessness and just the sight of it broke my heart. It was now I realized I needed to tell you the truth. You needed to know…or else I would lose you…but I would lose you anyway? I didn't imagine you'd take it well…but even at such a risk, I needed to do it anyway…for your sake.

"Kadaj, you don't have to listen to her-"

"I know, but I can't help it-"

"Yes you can."

"No, Niisan…look at me!"

Annoyance was in your voice and you got up, looking straight at me with your shiny, uncertain eyes.

"I'm a puppet! That's all I am, that's all I was ever meant to be! And I was stupid to think that I could change that…no matter how many times I see you, no matter how many times I ignore her, it isn't going to change anything! And you can't change that either Niisan, although I know you want to, but there's no point in it! All of this…it's almost pointless…it doesn't feel that way to me, but that doesn't matter either because they can do with me whatever they like! Don't you see that Niisan? If fighting her off was so easy, do you think I would even bother going back every night when I can stay with you? It's not easy, it's…really hard…"

The anger in your voice suddenly broke, as though the tears behind your eyes were fighting to break through.

"And it's even harder…to…to love you…at least that's what I think it is, I don't even know…all I know is that I'm impatient all day waiting to see you, I think about you all the time, and I get this warm…weird feeling that makes me happy, I like it when you talk to me, because no one else really does, and that you wonder about me, I like it when you touch me because that warm feeling always comes back and…if that isn't love then I don't know what is. I wouldn't let anyone else do to me what you do. And then again, I'm not even sure that's true, because that's what I've wanted from Mother and I…I still do…but I don't want to, because I just want to stay with you, because when I am, it's like everything is going to be okay…"

I felt rigid, my heart seemed to have stopped the second you said you loved me, and your words seemed to warm me yet freeze me at the same time; you looked so confused, yet you meant what you said, and this realization troubled you even more. Watching you fall back onto the ground in silent tears was torture, and yet, as I took you into my arms, I felt such hatred in my sympathy for you, hatred for her, hatred for him, and most of all hatred for the world, for making you like this.

You clung to me immediately, and I couldn't take your sobs anymore. My hatred melted into affection, as I knew what to do to quiet you.

My fingers found their way around your chin, gently lifting your tear stained face. Once again, they met themselves with the wet skin of your cheeks, removing the salty tears from the smooth porcelain. Your swollen eyes shone with curiosity, yet relief at my actions. Most of the dreaded tears gone from your precious face, my arm wound around your slim waist to pull you closer, close enough so your lips were only an inch from mine, and a startled, quiet gasp was the only sound out of your mouth before I claimed it. You froze under my lips for a moment, surprised, unsure, puzzled. I controlled myself, moving slowly along your succulent lips, the warmth of it nearly consuming me. You must have felt it too, as your tense body slowly relaxed, and your opposing lips tentatively pushed against mine. I let you get a feel of what we were doing for a few minutes, giving you gentle, chaste kisses that you could keep up with. It was almost fun; it was like I was teaching you.

Nonetheless, your sweet lips were tempting me so and I was eager to taste more of you. My tongue ran slowly over your bottom lip, and you gasped softly at this, as expected. Taking the chance, I slipped the slick muscle into your awaiting mouth, exploring every bit of it that I could; along your tongue, around your teeth, against the roof of your mouth. A muffled, pleasurable sound came from your throat when I did this, and I smiled against your mouth. If it was wrong to kiss you, if your lips were meant to be poison to me, then it had to be the sweetest poison I've ever tasted. It intoxicated me, my mind was gone, I was only aware of you, your arms tight around my neck, your timid tongue moving slowly against my own.

I was so lost in fact, that I forgot my physical need to breathe, and broke away from your luscious mouth to do so. You gasped again, this time for air, and we sat there, panting softly, your head leaning on my shoulder. My heart was pounding in my chest, a desirable warmth had spread throughout my body, but I fought to calm myself- not tonight. It wasn't the opportune moment. I looked down at you, your full lips slightly parted, your cheeks pink, although I wasn't sure if it was from lack of oxygen or embarrassment. Your eyes had returned to their glittering beauty and a dazed haze was over them, as though you were trying to figure out what just happened.

"Kadaj…she isn't going to hurt you…she will never hurt you. She is not your Mother, and never was. Anything she's ever told you was a lie."

Thoughtful eyes blinked and you sat up, staring at me, baffled.

"I know it'll be hard to you to accept…but a mother doesn't use her children as puppets, and make them work for her love. A mother gives her love freely, and is always helpful, always there to help you. Jenova is nothing of what a mother should be…she only pretends."

Turquoise eyes widened at my use of her true name, and saying you looked shocked would be an understatement. You slowly started to shake your head, in disbelief, yet moisture returned to your eyes, as though you knew I was telling the truth- I prayed you would believe me.

"But…she…no…Niisan, don't-"

"Please Kadaj…listen to me…I don't want to hurt you…and I don't want to lose you. She can't bother you if you shut her out…and you can only do that when you realize she isn't your mother. You can be yourself again."

I pleaded with you and, yet you looked at me as though I had gone mad. But in the tense silence your face dropped as you pondered over my words, and I was at least grateful you were taking them in. I waited silently for your reply, and for quite awhile you didn't say anything, as though your brain was still trying to register the new information. You bit your lip suddenly and, looking at your shiny orbs, I figured you had done it to keep your tears at bay. Your eyes shut tight for a moment, a heavy sigh released itself from your lungs and you opened your cat like orbs that looked straight into mine.

"But if…if she isn't my mother then…"

You bit your lip again, and my emotions fell once again as I noticed you had realized the truth. Your small body started to shake with sobs, but before another tear could fall from your eyes, I took your hands into mine and kissed your forehead, making you look up at me.

"You don't need a mother to give you love, to care for you, to hold you…I didn't get that much even from my own mother. Love can show up in the oddest places, it doesn't matter where you get it- it doesn't need to come from only one source. Regardless of where it comes from it's the same, and if you want love and happiness and someone who will always be there when you need them to be…just look at what's in front of you."

I had no idea when I had planned to say this, or even if it was planned, but it was only after saying it that I realized I really did want you, care about you, and maybe not love you as much as a cheerful SOLDIER or a beautiful flower girl, but enough that if you left me, it would cut the everlasting scar on my heart even deeper.

Your eyes grew bigger again, full with surprise and amorosity, and despite the many heartbreaking events of the night, you smiled, a tearful, thankful, cheerful smile and threw yourself into me, holding me in a loving embrace. I returned the gesture, relieved myself that you hadn't thrown away my truth and stomped out the door like I was afraid you would do. No, you had decided to stay in my arms, right where I wanted you to be, and where I hoped you would never leave. As I held you, I realized the ache in my heart had subsided…it seemed it had healed over some. Maybe it would heal more as I spent time with you.

"Niisan-"

I suppressed a twitch from the nickname that I did not want to be called, but wasn't in the mood to reprimand.

"Yes?"

"I only have one question for you tonight…"

Your knees at my waist, arms wrung around my neck, you pulled away only slightly, the same distance you were a matter of minutes ago.

"Do you love me?"

Being my normal self, I would have blinked or be puzzled with the question- but seeing as I was never quite normal around you, I only smiled.

"Yes…I love you. More than anything."

For the first time, I saw your perfect, pearly teeth in a soft grin that made you look more beautiful than I could ever explain. So beautiful that my earlier desire returned and I leaned forward, placing my lips over yours, and you responded eagerly, holding me close and kissing me back softly, yet not as clumsy as before. I reveled in the taste of you once again, and had become so unaware of the seemingly nonexistent surroundings, that when I parted from your lips I was surprised to see I was on top of you- you had fallen onto the flowers, the heated feeling consuming you as well. You only smiled sheepishly at me, and suddenly rose your gloved hand to touch my face. Wanting to feel your skin and not leather, I removed one of my arms from beneath you and quickly pulled off the black barrier. You looked at me curiously for a moment, before you realized the point of my action, and then simply went to touch my cheek. Your smooth fingertips on my warm skin seemed to send an electric shock through me, but you didn't seem to notice as you nonchalantly stroked my cheek, nearly the same way I had stroked yours. There was a playful smile on your face as you did so, until you decided to feel my lips. You started out slowly, as though curious to how I would react. You had no idea the gentle torture you were putting me through, moving the tips of your fingers so delicately against my lips. You doing this suddenly reminded me of a distant memory, and as a reaction, I kissed your fingertips. You smiled at this, and to my surprise, placed your bare hand behind my neck, pulling my head down so our mouths would meet once again. Did it feel as good to you as did to me? It awfully seemed like it.

After some time, I noticed it had to be very late and although I didn't feel tired, sleepiness was present in your eyes. Gently moving off of you, I waited for you to get up- but you didn't. You noticed my curious look, and smiled that teasing smile.

"What? You think I'm leaving?"

A sense of relief and contentment came over me as I knew you wanted to stay- I wouldn't have to miss you tonight. You sat up and your expression dropped suddenly.

"Did you want me to-"

"No. I want you to stay with me."

Relief came over your frame as well, and, seeing as both of us wouldn't fit on my makeshift bed, I simply removed my armor and my boots before laying back down onto the flowers. Taking the queue, you placed your head onto my chest, placing your left hand at my waist, cuddling against me before you lay still. I simply slipped an arm around your small waist, holding you. Your soft breathing and steady heartbeat eventually coaxed me to sleep as well, and it was the most peaceful sleep I had ever had in years.

Somehow, things got a bit better after that night. Realizing your attachment to me, you wanted to stay with me but wasn't sure how. We talked about it for awhile, amongst other things, as you still had questions for me. But answering your questions now wasn't just something I promised or to learn more about each other…it became a basis for our relationship. The more I learned about you, the more I grew to love you, and our supposed sessions had the same effect on you. I started to feel happier, more complete again- it was beyond my understanding.

But what I did understand was that when you smiled, I smiled back. When you laughed, I did too. And when you kissed me, or when I kissed you- I was lost in a temporary bliss, a wonderful warmth that was slowly melting the ice encased around my heart. I could only dream about how it would feel when I was doing other things with you.

But I wouldn't have to dream for long. I suddenly had an idea, and so did you, and regardless whether or not it would work, we did it anyway. All I knew was that hopefully I would never have to say good bye to you, or worry about you because you would always be right next to me.

Perhaps that was I all I ever needed.

I didn't need to be hugged, kissed, taken out on dates, or given gifts too.

I just needed someone there.

And you, with your brilliant silver hair nearly white in the sunlight, your tender, white skin forever glowing, your aquamarine jewels shining with bliss and the strong sprit held behind them, your lovely lips in a simple smile, was all I needed.

But then again, I didn't even need it anymore…because I already had it.

Maybe you wouldn't really understand it, as you probably saw it the other way around, but I was so happy, truly grateful, to have you.

You didn't only save your own life by coming to see me.

You saved mine too.

Isn't it cute? You know it is. XD Anyway PLEASE REVIEW!! I LOVE YOUR LOVELY REVIEWS!!