Summary: And in this crazy life, and in these crazy times, it's you, it's you, you make me sing. You're every line, you're every word, you're everything. [Collection of Clorith-centered one-shots
::Everything::
By C.K.
001. Wonderful
She smiles, and the sun suddenly is as dim as an overused light bulb. Pearly white teeth peek across an expanse of coral-pink lips, while eyes of forest green sparkle beneath dark, thick lashes, which ghost occasionally against the pale arc of her high cheekbones, freckled and imperfect.
"…Thanks," he says stupidly, because he's only thirteen and doesn't know what to say to her, because she's six months older and six months wiser than he, because she's just so damn wonderful and he's clearly not.
"Well, it is your birthday, silly!" she laughs; heaven bells ring and nightingale sing, their sounds echoing across the entire universe and everything in between before smacking dead-set into his abdomen, causing an uncomfortable sensation between elated and embarrassed.
"…But I actually like this present," he holds up the bag of star-shaped gingerbread cookies, tied by a pretty pink ribbon, and this time it's her turn to blush, and he's so shocked, because she shouldn't have to blush about anything but god it's so damn pretty.
"Really? They're sort of out of season, but I thought you were more a gingerbread than a chocolate-chip person, or a sugar person at all. Those are Yuffie's favorite. I made them for her birthday once; what a disaster! She was so hyped up that…"
And he doesn't know why she's rambling. He doesn't know that she herself is feeling something akin to an uncomfortable sensation between elated and embarrassed.
Because she's only thirteen and doesn't know what to say to him, because she's six months older and six months wiser than he, but he's just so damn wonderful and she's clearly not.