Disclaimer: Sadly none of this is mine
A/N Little Ryro that came to me one day. Ryro is actualy my favourite pairing but I write whatever comes to me. Enjoy!
It was a year later that I saw him again. I was walking along the subway station with Jubilee and Kitty. We'd been out shopping and were all loaded down with bags. We were laughing and joking and just doing the stuff that normal teenagers do. But then I saw him and remembered that we weren't normal teenagers.
He was just sitting there on a bench. Moving his thumb back and forth through the flame of his Zippo. Almost as if the flames soothed him. Which I guess they did. It was such a shock that I just stopped stock-still and dropped all the bags I was carrying. Kitty and Jubes started fussing and laughing. Picking the stuff up and teasing me. But I just couldn't move. And then he looked up.
His hair was longer and lighter than before, but his eyes… I looked at his eyes again. They had always been such an oddly beautiful shade of aquamarine that constantly changed between blues and greens. But they weren't. They were brown. They were a simple mud brown. And that's when it hit me. It wasn't him. It wasn't John. It wasn't my cocky, half-crazy, sarcastic pyromaniac. It was some stupid druggie; half stoned out of his mind and playing with a lighter because he had nothing better to do.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to make him feel the pain I was feeling. But then Kitty and Jubes handed me my bags and a tube came and we were going home. Leaving the druggie to his dreams, and having to try my hardest to continue laughing and joking while my heart was slowly breaking. It had just started to heal again. I had just started to feel whole once more. Able to get on with my life. But you will always haunt me.
When will I see you again? When will I see your beautiful soulful eyes and your annoying cocky half-smirk? Will I ever taste your lips again? The sweetest taste of wine and honey. Strawberries and cream. Lemon Meringue pie. All the things I have ever loved were there in your delightful, dangerous, delicious lips. Your wonderful lips pressing into mine. Not caring about the consequences. And will I ever hear your voice again? The voice that made me turn in the corridors, a smile blossoming on my lips. Will I ever feel your body close to mine? And your hands in my gloved ones as you whirl me around in one last fast and crazy dance? Will I ever be able to lean into you and smell your unique scent again? That wonderful smell of smoke and mint and the gel you used to put in your hair. Those enormous amounts of gel. Will I ever be able to lose myself in your eyes again? Watch as they change colour with your emotions. Note how they are always sky blue when you look at me. But most importantly, the thing that tugs at my heart day and night, the words that jump into my mouth whenever I think of you. Three simple words. So simple, so small, but they mean so much. And why did I never say it to you? Before it was too late? Before you were gone? Why did I think I belonged elsewhere when it was always clear? But most importantly why did I never tell you?
I love you.
A/N I was very pleased with that. Please hit that little blue button and tell me if you agree