With Few Words

by The Purple Ghost

Random dabbles and bits that need a home. Maybe some of this will grow up to be full chaptered stories. The two things that he valued most in the world were the things his mother had left him. Ironic that he'd given both away without blinking.

1. The Waiting Game

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The Waiting Game

"I-I-I'm going to miss you, you know…even though you're rude and horrible most of the time…" She has to at least say what's on her mind; she isn't going to get another chance in this life. But she leaves off the part about loving him. It's painful, and bittersweet. But impossible. She's old enough to know when to let things go. Patient enough to know how to wait.

"Feh, I'll miss you too…maybe…." He might have sounded gruff, but she had years of experience in reading him and the hidden meaning in his words. He was really saying that he'd miss her as much as she would miss him. But he knew too…this thing between them would never work. They loved too deeply for it to ever feel comfortable. Because the real world hurts. The real world was messy and gory and dreams Did. Not. Come. True.

That didn't stop them for telling themselves kind lies. And maybe they were not lying. Just spinning new dreams out of the ashes of the old ones.

"Let's promise that one day we'll meet again…" It was impossible to think he would survive for 500 years. She knew the history of the world. Knew that it was too full of war and hatred, and he was all too apt to jump into a fight half-assed. And even with half an immortal race dwelling in his blood, he could not live five hundred plus years. Even if he did, he would not be the person she fell in love with. He would have lifetimes of experiences that she would not be able to comprehend. No. There would be no meeting on the other side of the well.

"At the Gods tree…I'll meet you there, I promise…"

Little girls and grown women hope with the same parts of their hearts. And when she's old and grey and no longer has a figure because of all the children she's given to the world, she still hopes, she still waits, she still remembers…because dreams don't come true, and humans can only work with the reality they've been given, but there is another life.

And another life.

And another life.

And one life he'll be there. Under an old tree that only blooms every thousand years.

She just has to wait.