Once upon a time in a small town there was a boy; he had a fiery temper and was rough yet also had a caring side. There was also a girl who was a lot like him, she wasn't a princess or a lady but was an ordinary girl. The boy and girl became friends in the small town and were fond of each other very much.
One day however, her father took her away from happiness, for years the girl was tortured and she suffered in the home. When she was of age she ran away and lived on the streets.
Then she met a man, this man was rough at first but he also had a gentle side, she was reminded of her old friend whose face she could not make out nor remembered.
The girl and the man fell in love over time but both were to blind to realise it until her father hunted her down and tried to kill her, the man rescued her and the two recognised each other and declared their love.
Months passed and her scars faded, both physical and emotional, and everyone could see how their love effected each other, but, there was a man who had lost his love and thought that his fellow 'friends' should suffer what he did.
Now, the girl is in a deep slumber, unable to wake for what maybe years or months, her love waits; the pain grows in his heart every day, he sees her blood on his hands and has slowly become bitter and mean.
Everyone prays that he can find some happiness, soon…
G. leaned on his chair and stared up at the ceiling, his eyes were dead as his soul felt and he put a hand over where the scar of a bullet was, he didn't die that day but Ricky was in a deep sleep.
G. rubbed his eye lids, it didn't help and he snapped; everything that was on the deskwas suddenly swept to the ground in a fit of anger and frustration.
"Shit…" G. swore and started to pick up all the papers and items, he stopped as he saw a pile of letters which were addressed to everyone.
His breath caught in his throat and he picked up the letter which had written on the front; G.
His hands shook and he took in a breath that he had been holding, he turned the envelope over and opened it, his eyes blurred with tears as they looked over and recognised the hand writing… It was Ricky's.
To my dearest G.,
If you are reading this I guess it means I'm dead and no longer with you. Please, promise me you won't cry and grieve over my death for years.
I want you to move on, Please don't cry anymore…you're a man for god's sake.
I would like you to do something for me…
Tell Alaude that he needs to open up to someone and show them kindness?
Tell Lampo to be brave even when the situation is disastrous and grim?
Tell Knuckle that sometimes he needs to calm down and think?
Tell Asari that his smile can calm anyone down?
And Tell Giotto that he should never let go of what he loves?
Also G., I've always wanted something but was too afraid to ask. I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life, I guess we can't now?
Never blame yourself for my death, please…
I'll always love you and be watching over you.
Please move on from my death…
Oh! And look under your bed!
Love forever Ricky,
The letter she had written soon became stained with tears which had left his eyes. G. slowly sat back at the desk and wrote something quickly.
He grabbed the other letters and gave them to their recipients as he made his way to the spare room of the mansion, he put the piece of paper beside the girl with growing dark russet hair and pale skin. Then, he left.
When he got to his room he looked under his bed and his eyes widened, he pulled out a long bow with a pattern like his tattoo on the front, on the handle there was a small inscription; 'Ti Amo'
A soft wind blew in through the opened window of Ricky's room and opened the note, it read;
Ricky
I will never lose my love for you nor move on, you are my other half and I will wait until the ends of time to see your eyes open so I can apologise…
I will never let anyone touch you again, I swear it.
G.
End.
