I slowed my ostrich horse as I reached the outskirts of the village. There was nothing I could do. I had seen it with my own two eyes. The dojo…I shook my head, part of my black hair falling into my eyes. To think the last time I'd ever cried had been for her. When I thought I'd lost her. She would never cry for me again.
I hopped off the animal, watching it run back to mass of houses. Let her see it, think I'd been lost and wouldn't return. Teach her a lesson. I spat on the sand, standing on the same beach we first met on. She'd beaten me once. And now, she'd beaten me again. Beaten me deep into the ground, and broken me.
My sword was out before I knew it. The one she had returned to me, the one she had traveled all the way across the world to fetch for me. I doubted she would ever do it again.
I went through the sparring motions with ease, remembering my lessons. It had been a while since I had held the space sword in my hand, and it felt good. I let my anger flow out through my arm, turning it into strength, my sword moving faster than ever before.
I stopped only when my arm could no longer hold the weight of the weapon. I let it fall, watching as it moved away particles of sand. I fell to my knees after it, sweat running down my brow and stinging my eyes. I gasped for breath, my arm feeling weak and watery. The beach faded in and out in front of my eyes. I had over-exerted myself, and I knew it.
My throat was burning, my body crying out for water. Like an idiot, I had left my water skin back at the house. Our house. For the first time that night, I felt hot tears sting in the back of my eyes. The lump in my throat made it hard to swallow, and I let out a strangled sob. I thought she'd loved me. Maybe I was wrong. It hurt to be wrong. It hurt so much…
I let out another sob, clutching sand in my fists. I still remember the first time we met, when she'd first shown she might have loved me. And I still loved her now. I couldn't help it. She may not have been my first love, but she was the first girl who I'd ever felt this for.
I felt the cold waves lapping at my feet, and I got to my feet. It was late, and I had no place to stay. I didn't think she'd want me at our – no, her- house. I sighed softly and removed my armor, stripping down to my pants, and laying down in the sand. I looked up at the sky, watching the moon and the stars. I wonder if she thinks of me at times like these. Yue.
