Well, this is my first Eternal Sonata fiction. It's very short and I swear that whenever I write another one, it will be longer.
I had to write this to calm myself because I'm where the party is split and seeing Allegretto so sad is killing me because I just want the parties back together so I have everyone.
Plus, I need my main pairing for this back in the same party:) I adore Allegretto as a character; he's awesome.
I do not own Eternal Sonata or its characters
Deep Down
I think I'm going to cry….
It's kind of a messed up feeling for me since I usually don't find myself ready to cry. I guess I'm either too busy or maybe most things don't affect me like that. Sitting around the campfire's bright light are Viola, Jazz, Claves, Falsetto, and I. We all got separated from the others that we've been traveling with, including my eight year old friend Beat and my new friend whom is a young girl named Polka. There, my heart just dropped again. Leave it to Viola to make me think of her more ever since she decided to point it out.
"It's been four days. I hope Polka and the others are alright."
"Oh so it's Polka and the others, not Beat and the others?"
"Wh-what's that supposed to mean?"
But…the thing is…I knew what she meant. The thing is, I already feel something I have never felt before towards Polka. She's smart, beautiful, brave, and she's always trying her best. Her magic, no matter how much it terrifies others, enchants me. The fact that her magic means she's terminally ill makes me wonder just what I'm going to be able to do after she does die. I'm pretty sure she's left a heavy mark on me, since we've only traveled together for such a short time and this is the results on the party's first time being split apart. That result is me, laying here in the grass thinking stupid thoughts and trying not to cry.
Yet, I wonder what she thinks or what's going to happen when I have to tell her what I really did in Ritardando. Right now, it sounds fine, but I was a thief! And even with every chance I get to say so, I continue putting up a front. I'm even getting Beat to lie for me…how could I really be so low? Do I even deserve to know Polka much less have her feel the same for me as I do her?
Maybe, deep down, I don't. But then again, it's deep down where I care about her. And as for whether I deserve her or not, let her be the judge of that. I'll tell her when I know more about her, when I'm not ready to cry, and when I've finally told her the truth.
Because deep down, I know I have to.