The face fell on the floor revealing her and resting there for what felt like an entirety. At that moment time appeared to halt in it's momentum as all else became distorted. The girl before him came into visualization, yet it was her face that seemed to complicate the young king. What once was a girl he never knew, now he recognized as someone whom was there ever since he was young. A girl who never fit in as much as he did. A girl he could never forget, no matter how many years had passed. Even in the murkiness of despair and solitude, her smile always remained. Dumbfounded Jon gaped at the girl before him. Uncertain she took a single step forward, a concerned look upon her face. She was older he saw, much older than he remembered. Or maybe he never did. This girl however was beautiful, that much he knew.

But she was no random girl, and because of that he couldn't understand. Everything blurred in his mind, his thoughts nothing but ash, as was the very room around him. Nothing made sense, logic nothing but a calculated lie. Every aspect seemed to be a haze over his eyes, a series of events that can't possibly be correct. Before him Jon saw his sister, Arya Stark. His sister whom he endlessly loved, the sister who was forever their for him when he was young.

All that love came crashing down on him, like a weight of rocks he didn't want to push away. His heart began to beat harder in his chest, a smile slowly forming his lips. He let the weight tumble down on him and crush his heart with that insurmountable affection and light. Let it fill him up, and on instinct, without even knowing, that love overpowered any thought, love conquered his body. They rushed to each other as if his life depended on it. Their arms wrapping around the other, lifting her trying to keep her close as if he would lose her had he done else. She smiled and grasped him tightly in her arms trying to cling to him. That love they missed and each other gave unlike any ever would. A feeling wrapping around them, telling them that everything was ok. With each other they felt that sincerity envelope their heart.

Arya grinned pushing her face into him, the sensation filling her up and feeling his warming grasp. For that moment they shared the silence in the darkness shadowing them from the world as Jon's fingers gripped her tightly.

After a moment in time he stopped and reality hit him. He remembered his recent actions. He wasn't quite sure what was reality anymore and Arya felt his arms loosen as he stood back away from her, his face seeping back in darkness.

"I'm dreaming again. I must be." he said, his head spinning, while backing away from her. He experienced dreams like this before. And everyday he awoke with the torment in his heart. He no longer wished for that gloom to any further extent. A gloom that clouded his mind and judgment for days on end.

Arya stood closer, the sadness became a fever in her heart, as daggers pierce her. "You're not, Jon. I'm here. I'm with you." She yelled taking an uncertain step forward trying to keep that warmth. Jon felt his world rotating around him as she watched. "Jon?" she asked again, worried taking another step.

His eyes shot to her, but where once affection remained, their was no longer love in his eyes. Only confusion lingered. The only thought that was apparent in his mind came to fruition, his father told him when a dream derived at night to pinch himself, to see what was real. Jon did just that. With it he felt pain twisting up his arm.

"I'm not dreaming. You're Arya. You're my sister." He told himself. That uncertainty disappeared as he took a step toward her.

"I told you. Now stop being idiotic." She said with a sigh and he couldn't help but grin. He smiled, yet he didn't know how she was here. That didn't matter as with a look they shared the smile. Looking over her, she was taller and unlike the little sister he remembered.

"Where have you been?" He asked in silence shrouding the two for a time.

"Away. But now I'm home." They stood sharing the silence together. "Finally home. And I'll never leave again."

"I'm glad." with that bliss, finally with her heart full once again she lifted her hand to his cheek wiping away a tear. After a minute he realized what he had done, the kiss. She felt him falter and stop. Looking up she saw that confusion all over again.

"What is it?" She asked as the wind blew against the window.

He tried to find clear thoughts in his mind. "I kissed you." His voice cracking as his eyes met with hers. "I kissed you on the mouth. I shouldn't have done that." He stated hesitant, he couldn't believe what he had done, what he experienced. Even with what he sensed after these years. He didn't know how he felt anymore. She was his sister yes, but he couldn't clarify these feelings he had. He turned around grasping the door handle, all the images flashing in his mind.

The light that burned inside her was fading fast. Only a few options. "No. wait." She pleaded, her heart beating, mind panicked watching her brother about to leave. She felt like she was nine again, Jon leaving for the watch and how much it hurt. She didn't want to hurt anymore, no longer to carry this hole in her heart, if not Jon than her brother. Without another thought she ran to him, if all else would fail, jumping up onto his back her arms wrap around his, her face against his keeping him immobile. "Just forget what I did. It was stupid and dumb." She lied to herself as she spoke quickly with feeling. "I don't want to hurt anymore. After all these years of being alone, losing all the ones I love. I don't want to lose you too. Please don't leave. Don't leave me again, I've tried for so long and I can't lose you all over. I still remember you always. Even with the death and chaos, you were always so clear in my mind. If I was ever alone, I only needed to remind myself of your smile or laugh in the night. And I'm happy you're finally here with me now… so please." Her grip tightened. "I can't lose you again." She declared all the emotions flooding her at once. For years Arya never let emotions take hold, a mask she would never let falter.

Jon stopped, he always loved her and it pained him to see her like this. More agony than a sword in his gut. This was his sister, the girl he wished to see above the world. Guilt shot through his heart, he knew under no circumstances he would turn away. The girl whom he would do anything for. "Arya. I'm not going anywhere ever again." He stated, turning back, finding her. "Just tell me." His voice was soft. "Why?" he asked taking her hand.

"I said, just forget it. It never happened." She declared unwavering.

"Tell me." he repeated.

She hesitated looking away, her eyes resting on anything but his face. Her mind was clear, as clear as it had been. "I've known for a while now…" Her voice was as gentle as a whisper, only for him. "I know how fucked up I am. How fucked it all is… But, isn't it obvious…" She turned back to him and he lost his breath. Her eyes no longer subdued in the darkness, but revealed in the light, her whole face clear to him. "I love you." he let those emotions flourish. Emotions he kept suppressed, let out. Before she could utter a word she felt Jon's arms wrapped around her as his lips captured hers, she felt her legs wobble as her eyes closed basking in the kiss that overtook her body more passionately. She let the kiss take hold of her body and soul. After a minute passed he leaned back staring at her, no more confusion in his eyes.