Authors Notes

About my stories, rest assured, I have not given up on them. It's going to be hectic on my end for quite a bit. When everything clears up I'm going to get to updating. I am really sorry about this. Life is hard to handle. And I'm sorry for not updating very often…

But, well, this appeared to be the easiest to update so yeah.

Don't forget that this WILL be a lemon. Chapter 3 I believe... or maybe 4...Yeah, probably 4 or in the worst case 5. But it's on the LAST chapter. So, if you don't like lemons or the ones I write, back off now.

Sorry as this chapter is pretty short, but i'm really, really busy.

Once again, support for my community is greatly appreciated, and so are reviews!

On a note, I use UK English, so stuff like 'Apologize' becomes 'Apologise' and 'Favor' becomes 'Favour'. Don't mistake it for grammatical errors, kay?

Enjoy…?

I – I'll make it up to you

'Hope's Perspective'

Huh…? Where am I? Am I dead? Mom…Dad? Is that you?

That was the only thing on my mind at that moment. I tried to crane my neck but it hurt so much that I couldn't do it. I sigh inwardly and look around.

Apparently, I'm in a car…An ambulance, to be exact. Umm, is someone injured? I thought to myself.

Then it hit me. I was the one lying down.

Wait, what? I tried to move my body but suddenly my body went crazy and I cried out in pain.

Someone held me down and quickly explained the situation to me.

'Broken ribcage and bones, it's a wonder you're still alive', was exactly what the paramedic told me.

Huh, unfortunately I don't remember any of that. A little bit later, my neck started to work again and I checked my surroundings.

I see this girl in a depressed slump and her silky pink hair draped down her shoulder.

She looked absolutely…Beautiful. Hard to think that she was the cause of my current situation.

"Hey there…" I try to say, but it came out weakly.

She didn't want to look my way and she just became even more depressed.

I would have said something else if the door behind me suddenly burst open and a bunch of paramedics rushed me to the ICU.

'Lightning's Perspective'

I don't believe this…This was just an unlucky turn of events. Instead of me losing my life, I had almost taken another's. Now he lies, in the ICU, barely breathing. And it's all because of me.

I sit outside the ICU awaiting news. The only thing that came was the bill.

The doctor said that the bill would cost 9999 Gil. I just sigh and pay the bill. No way was I letting him pay for what was my fault. Unfortunately though, it cost me my paycheck for the next month.

As if things weren't bad enough…I thought to myself gloomily.

I spent the next few hours thinking of how I should apologise to him. I tried all sorts of approaches but eventually I just told myself that words aren't enough.

Suddenly the door was open and a man with silver hair and sparkling emerald green eyes, calmly walked out. He saw me and walked over slowly. I mentally prepared myself to be…Either scolded or hit. I deserved it. Suddenly he stuck his hand out.

"Hope Estheim, may I know your name, miss?" He politely bowed and asked.

'Hope's Perspective'

It was hard to stay mad…hell, even begin to get mad at such a beautiful woman.

She looked really tired and stressed out…Like she really needed a break. Judging by her face she seems to have had a really, really crazy day.

"Umm, Lightning…Lightning Farron." She looked away and refused to shake my hand.

"Very well then, Ms. Farron. I heard my hospital bill arrived, where is it?" I take out my wallet and ask her.

She looked away and replied, "I paid for it…It was the least I could do after doing something so horrible to you."

She jumped off a building and landed on me, when she tried to suicide. I had been informed by the hospital. Apparently they had asked her questions, and it checked out. The hotel camera showed her trying to commit suicide. It came as a big shock to me.

"But it must have been expensive, right? You never needed to do that for me…" I say softly.

She sighs and looks down.

"It cost me my food and supplies for the next month. But it doesn't matter, because I won't be around anymore. I just have one last thing to do, one last thing I need to do before I go."

She pressed her finger to my lips when I was about to ask her something.

"And that is to make this up to you. So, what would you like me to do for you, Mr. Estheim?"

I knew that after she had 'made it up to me' she would attempt to commit suicide again. If I refused it'd be the same. As much as I hate to ask people to do things for me, if this is the only way for me to save her…

"Umm, can I have a few days to think about it? Because I'm not too sure what I want from you." I say slowly but surely.

Gauging from her reaction she did not want that reply, but she agreed. Albeit reluctantly.

It was true then, she was thinking of trying again once this blows over. But because of that one favour to me, that one thing she had to do for me…That promise we made…

I knew that it would be that one promise that would let her cling on to her life…It would be the promise that would give her a reason to live…

Authors Notes

Technically, making something up to someone and that person agreeing practically makes it some kind of promise. A promise to make it up to someone, hmm?

You probably hate me now, right? I know I haven't updated in quite a bit and there are stories you probably wanted that were not this to be updated. I'm truly sorry but exams are coming up, I'm changing school and jumping a few years ahead. E.g. Secondary 2 to 4.

So, bear with me here, please? Thanks! I really appreciate the support you guys are giving me here…