I'm always in writing mood whenever I'm having my exams. Sigh. The perks of being easily distracted.
Anyways, enjoy this wtf-worthy update. This have been poking at my muse for some time now and I dunno what motivated me to write about it today.
Disclaimer: Inspired by Puella Magi Madoka Magica. The rest of AVALANCHE and other charas owned by Squeenix.
Lost but Unforgotten
And her name hung on the tip of his tongue.
He felt sick and heavy-hearted and he can't remember if he ever felt any better. In the midst of the pouring rain, sitting idly at a corner booth, nothing but the friendly banter of the customers drowned the pitter-patter at the windowpane.
A busty bar maiden approached him and served him red wine. She was a friend, a wonderful one, with her beauty at par with the goddesses, her patience like a saint and her will as strong as iron. Smiling at him, she allowed herself to sit across him and asked, "How are you feeling?"
She asks him every time she had the chance, not minding if or not he gave her a reply.
They sat in a companionable silence as she waited for her love to come home.
A few moments later, a mechanical roar thundered at the back of the establishment and the bar maiden rushed to meet her beau. As if on cue, two children, one boy and one girl and both not their own, raced to the bottom of the stairwell, their laughter filling up the room like bells.
Spiky blonde hair poked from the kitchen door as the trio hugged him in delight. He ruffled the children's hair and gave his woman a peck on her cheek despite being covered in oil and dust and sweat. Noticing him immediately as he walked towards the bar's premises, he gave him a nod, which he didn't bother to return.
Then, a truck stopped in front of the bar and two men, one dark skinned and brawny and the other fair haired and robust, who swore like sailors entered the establishment and gruffly ordered for a round of drinks. However, they stopped mentioning profanities as the young girl who was hugging the blonde man and busty barmaiden earlier approached them with renewed vigor and a merry "Papa!" and "Uncle!"
Next were a gentleman who carried a stuffed cat in his arms, followed by a scarlet quadruped beast behind him. They casually greeted the people mentioned before and greeted him with the same respect.
As an hour passed, they happily shared stories over free flowing liquor, and they laughed, cried, or both. They were relieving the memories of the past, of those who died and of those who lived on.
But no one truly remembered.
He snapped out of my thoughts as a female voice chimed, calling for his attention.
"Vinceeent~"
Chocolate brown eyes bored onto his, her gaze affectionate but calculating.
"Lucrecia." He acknowledged her presence and motioned for her to seat. She sat with a flourish of a mature and well-mannered woman. And she was too perfect. While she cramps herself beside him and sits with her legs curled under her despite leaving muddy marks that the busty bar maiden scolds her for staining her seats.
She procures a crystal goblet and pours herself some red wine, closing her eyes as she savoured its flavour. They sat alone at the corner booth, not bothering to go forward and mingle with the others. It was an easy and comfortable silence, one that is normal for adults in a relationship; and it made him wonder how could everything feel so wrong.
I should be pulled and coaxed from being solitary as she danced around the maiden and hugging her with all her might, she should be teasing the blonde on how he should pull his guts together and tell the busty bar maiden that she's the only woman he loved in the Planet, she should be playing with and chasing the children around, she should be getting teased by the two older men and she would retort with an ever growing collection of curses she learned from them, and she should be talking with the gentleman and the beast about her travels and her country and how she was fond of this and how she hated that.
Still, the rain poured and the lively chatter didn't end. She loved the rain and danced under it barefooted. She said she love the petrichor and the rainbow that followed it. She said she loved her friends as much as she loved her family and her country and she said that she loved me above her God and everybody else.
Lucrecia laid a single white rose on top of my hands and asked me if it was beautiful. I told her it was but I didn't tell her that the beauty of that flower was way beyond her perfection.
But still, I can't recall her name.
Anybody noticed that I love writing scenes during the rain? XD
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