Bellatrix: My Amazon Star
A Sword Art Online Fiction
Prologue
Broken Wings
"Thank you for being such a friend to me
Oh I pray a friend for life,
And have I ever told you how much you mean to me?
Oh you mean so much to me
I'm thinking all the time how to tell you what I feel, I'm contemplating phrases,
I'm gazing at eternity,
I am floating in serenity..." -Broken Wings by Flyleaf
Here I stand beside you as I watch the rich flavourful selection of yellow, orange, and red leaves from the sea of trees abandon its branches and slowly fall into the ground one by one. Each leaf that falls reminds me of the remaining will of life I still have with me. One by one, it leaves my heart slowly but surely. A bit dark isn't it? It's all you fault.
Sigh, I really hate this season. I never understood why you love it so much. The scenery of nature on the brink of death, where's the beauty in it? Its a depressing sight. Doesn't help my mood, it actually makes it worse. I blame you for this. You need to make it up to me.
Anyway, you know that talking about the season is just a way for me stall, right? Sorry, its just that its has been a long time since we've seen and talked to each other face to face. Although you won't reply back to me in any sort of way, ha. Took me a while to actually face you after that incident. The wounds from it are still fresh and bleeding you see. Heh, I guess I just never really had the courage to face you after I learned and understood everything about you—your thoughts, your words, your expressions, your gestures, everything. Pathetic, right? What's even more pathetic is that, these notes that I'm carrying right now are the ones that pointed the things I couldn't see and understand from my perspective.
I'm your fiance, your best friend, thunder buddy, teammate—I'm the front while you're support. I thought I knew everything about you before, but meh; that was rather naive of me. Just because you talk a lot more often than most people, I should have assumed that it didn't mean you had open up to me completely. But that's rather understandable since you didn't know how I would react upon hearing it. You were afraid, I get it. After all our parents put to us and how we were handling on living together with the proof of an engaged couple on our ring finger, it was a tough time to confess. I get it.
Honestly, I never thought of you as something beyond what we agreed to be. Being engaged was something our parents decided. But being best friends was something that both of us agreed upon. I was completely fine with it. Especially how we're so in sync and have a lot of similarities with each other. Being with you, my best friend, really made me fall into this joyous streak of bliss. So I don't know, maybe the word "best friend" had another meaning concealed inside of it.
I don't know.
But what if I realized everything sooner? The thought would never leave my head. I always look back at the bad times and the good times that we spent together. Even when we had an argument, both of us would still hold hands and never let go of each other—never until that. Sorrow, regret, and loneliness filled me up while you're here, frozen and intact in this place.
Reminiscing about our past memories is just the way to go for me I guess.
Not like we can make new ones.
Not anymore.
...Hey. Do you remember the first time we met?
I remember it like it was yesterday...
