A/N: This is entirely the product of my crazed mind that loves tragedy and thought I didn't cry enough watching the concert.
Der letzte Zyklus
"I don't wish for any of that."
The crucified, the dead girl told him this. Her words may have been arrogant, but her tone was far from it. She sounded genuinely contrite that he had come all this way to assist her, only to be turned down.
Märchen's baton wavered as he sought to mask his surprise. Truly, he had not expected such a reaction from a woman so gruesomely killed, so unfairly murdered. Yes, murdered. No other word described the circumstances of her death so accurately. And yet, unfair as it was, this woman was turning down the offer of sweet revenge?
Did he know this woman? No, he did not. She simply did not exist in his memories, and by that extension she did not exist in his past. Why did she speak as though she knew him intimately, as though they were far more than acquaintances? As though they were friends?
What nonsense. He would have recognised his friends. He would have known if he had friends.
But you remember nothing, a voice reminds him. You remember nothing, so how could you expect to remember her? Unbidden, a lush forest with a carpet of flowers and a ceiling of stardust rises into the forefront of his mind as the woman (the girl) sings.
"I am Elisabeth," she tells him.
Elisabeth, Elisabeth, the voice echoes, and out of nowhere he is brought back to a window, a lone girl, a tentative handshake. A girl who introduced herself as "Elisabeth" as she hesitantly took his hand (was that his hand?)
"Just the one who loved you alone, just Elisabeth," she continues, almost pleading for him to remember as she pulls him into an embrace, and he does remember but why can't he say it, say that he does remember her and that he –
He what, exactly? Did he love her, and her alone?
The moment he finds his answer the memories become unlocked, flooding his mind with their warmth, and he finds that he can return this embrace even knowing that it will be their last.
-And for the last time, Märchen meets with Elisabeth.
A/N: The end. I'm going off to the US for the next week and more, so there will be nothing during then. I also got over my tragedy phase writing this so I guess everything will be more optimistic from now on. I might have something coming up for Christmas (I've always wanted to write a Hiver/Michele) so yeah, maybe. Hope I didn't cause too much permanent damage to whoever's reading.