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Note: A part 2/sequel to chapter 42 (Giotto): A Promise to Return

Warning: If you thought Ch. 42 was too cheesy/corny/fluffy you might want to disregard this whole chapter for it contains an excessive amount of cheesiness and fluff. If you don't mind it, then carry on. Otherwise it would do you good to just turn away, lol. But seriously.


Giotto: A Promise Unforgotten


With a furrowed brow, you stared at the white rose lying amiss upon your bed. Tilting your head slightly, you picked up the thorny flora with a delicate grip.

Your body stiffened instinctively when you felt arms circle your waist from behind and a slight weight upon your shoulder. The rose dropped from your hands as you were pulled into a protective back hug.

"It feels nice to hold my heart again." A toothy smile displayed on your lips upon hearing the cheesy comment. "I believe we had a prior engagement," Giotto whispered, his voice low yet gentle as he held you closer.

You feigned innocence and quietly asked, "And what was that?" You heard a disapproving grunt.

"I just came back from a trip. Why must you bully me so? I honestly feel I deserve a reward...and that should be your heart."

"My heart?" you murmured with a smile, turning to face him. His arms loosened but he didn't release his hold on you. "It has always belonged to you."

"What?" he asked incredulously. His confused expression brought a frown to his attractive face.

"My heart has been yours since the beginning," you explained, facing him fully. "Long before our promise."

"Really," Giotto muttered with a sigh as a smile slowly pulled at his lips. "That is…a relief."

"Why is it a relief?" you asked curiously.

He smiled deviously. You stared wide-eyed as a shiver bolted down your spine. "Because I don't have to use force." He smiled teasingly at your shocked expression. "Ah, I was jesting. But as someone who is self-sacrificing most of the time, there are certain things I want and must have. So you can imagine my persistence in the things I pursue."

"Look who's the bully now," you said with a meek voice.

He laughed. "I apologize for intimidating you." Ah, you really did love this man. He had a talent with making your heart flutter and whatnot.

You shook your head. "It doesn't matter; I chose you, didn't I? I trust you'll take care of my heart," you said lovingly. "Be careful with it. And Giotto, that means you can't die. Not even an injury, understand?"

"I understand," he said with a small chuckle. "You are my heart. I wouldn't want you injured either, or else I might die."

You smiled at the exaggeration. "Don't leave me again. I don't think I can be away from my heart for even a moment."

"Same goes to you."

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