An untitled M.A.K.O. Sidestory.
AU Note: This was based on the question, "What if I didn't fall in love with Nick because of my feelings for my missing friend?" I had that question rolling in my head for the last few days, and now, I finally got it down.
I can hear whimpering at night. I heard it often, but didn't know where it came from. It sounds like a girl's whimper, but I don't know. Then, I found it.
I was sleeping in the same room as Jackie since she didn't want to be by herself. I would hear the noises at about midnight, but she was asleep by then. I saw her sitting on my bed, with her hair in a mess. She was in the middle of changing, and didn't want to bother anyone.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Hmm? Oh, I'm fine!" She said, putting on a fake smile, "Oh what's the use..." I walked in the room and saw her river of tears staining her pillow. Her mascara stained her virgin-white cheeks. I sat next to Jackie and put my arm around her. She looked away with her doll-like eyes.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Ten... you wouldn't understand if I even told you. It doesn't involve you."
"I probably won't understand,but I still want you to tell me." I said. She mustered her courage to tell me the story from the beginning...
"Did I ever tell you that I had a friend that looked just like you?" She asked.
"No."
"Well, I had one who looked a lot like you, except that his hair was a darker brown. I had... strong feelings for him. When I was seperated from him, I was devastated. I thought I would never see him again. He was like a part of me I couldn't bare to loose. When I told him about this, things just went wrong. We were attacked, I was "treated", then he was taken from me. The last time I saw him was... a few years ago. They say that he's dead, but there's still a small part of me that thinks that he's going to come through the door, sweep me off my feet and say that everything's gonna be okay. With each passing day, that small percent grows weaker and weaker." She said.
"That's horrible."
"It is, but the last fond memory I have with him is when he tried to save me the first time. He gave me a kiss on the lips, and said that he would rather die than to have me tested on like an animal."
"Do you still want to go back to look for him?"
"I do, but that would get me killed."
"If you had help, would you still want to go?"
"What makes you think I would want to bring you?" She asked. I thought hard about her question, and I couldn't find the words to describe it. I leaned foreward, and kissed her on the lips. She had a look of surprise on her face.
"Does that answer your question?" I asked. Her river of tears dried up, and she wiped the mascara off her cheeks.