WHERE ANGELS LIE
-Chapter 7-
Vincent sat by the window, that morning, before the sun had managed to come arise. He had remembered back to the night before, when everything had happened so fast. She was actually there to see him, when no one could see him through that far. He would have been angered, much abruptly, if it were anyone else. But for some odd reason, he didn't mind her there at all.
Vincent hadn't realized the things he had been thinking at that very moment. Although, he didn't care for it much. His crimson eyes slowly fixed upon the moving body on the bed. She stirred in her sleep, her eyes closed tightly, as a smile soon crept across her face. Telling of her pleasant dreams. What was she dreaming about, Vincent wondered. He couldn't help it, and felt embarrassed afterwards at the thought of her dreaming of him, perhaps.
He couldn't understand the feelings he had, and he didn't really want to find out what he was in for. Why was he there with a childish, moronic girl as she? She was too young, even if he wanted to be with......he erased the thoughts from his head, shaking them away, gently. It was nearly practical to be thinking such things. About Yuffie of all people. She could have never been able to measure up to Lucrecia. For she was his love, the one woman whom he pledged his undying devotion too.
Vincent slowly peered over his shoulder, as he noticed Yuffie moving around, quite violently before as her head hung over an edge of the bed. Although, her sleeping position was quite awkward, she slept like an innocent child. A beautiful young lady, who had somehow seemed to be growing into a woman. From the night he remembered, she was much more solemn and didn't seem to out of line. As she usually would have been.
Yuffie's eyes slowly opened, as she noticed the man staring back at her, his eyes fixed with a stare that made shivers run down her spine. What was he staring at, Yuffie wondered, as she quickly sat up to face him, in an upright position. Vincent's crimson eyes turned, away, as his cape covered the unknown expression on his lips. She couldn't even remember the last time he had gazed at her that way, to the point where it startled her into liking.
"...You didn't leave....?" She uttered, staring at him, as he sat near the windowsill. The touch of cool breeze caressing his black hair against his face. He sat in awkward silence, as his eyes roamed at her.
"..I expected you to follow," Vincent replied, his tone simple, one in which she never heard before. She stared at him, blankly, as so many thoughts entered and exited her mind.
"Vincent," Yuffie began, as her brownish eyes gazed at the burning fire before her, "Was...it hard for you to deal with someone's death?" His eyes slowly glanced up at her, as they soon fixed back onto the ground.
"....the only death, it happens so simply that you try to not think so much," Vincent replied, his gaze fixed away. She stared at him, blankly, a bit confused. He had lived up to the burden of losing someone in which he loved for so many years and yet again.
"Yea...," Yuffie agreed, as she gazed up at the dark cloudy sky, up ahead. She couldn't understand why she questioned what she did, "Do you think....that, anyone could ever love anyone....again?" Vincent stayed quiet, as his eyes slowly gazed up at her.
"There's a chance...," he uttered, "not too many, if you're unsure...." She hesitated, as she sat staring at him for what seemed forever. What the hell was she thinking for asking such an obvious question? What did she see in Vincent? Yuffie get a grip, she told herself. But she couldn't help but notice the plentiful feelings she held deep down inside. So hard, that it was about ready to burst out.
Yuffie could have found so many differences between herself and he. But she didn't bother to do so, for she felt happy as things were the way they were. Although, he weren't the caring or generous person, everyone would have wanted. It didn't at all mattered one bit. He was possibly the only family she had at that moment. Which was all she could have asked for. She knew, from that moment, somehow, that she wouldn't have to be alone for so long....
NOTE NOTE :: Humm....writers block sowwi!....but I plan on continuing soon. Hope ya can review fo mee pweaze...
