Author's Note: Alright. Soooo sorry this took so long to get up. I didn't
really know where I was going with the story…*Sheepish grin* I just like
writing fluff…I turned it around. It still make sense but the story has
totally changed…It fits though =)
Disclaimer: I don't own the lyrics at the beginning of this chapter…I don't own any of His Dark Materials characters…Believe me…If I did, Will would be strapped to my bed and…Never mind. Hehe I'll keep my dark thoughts as just that…thoughts. I hope I didn't ruin this too bad…If I did…tell me. But please review, my faithful readers! Because I looooooove you!
I still think about you.
I still dream about you.
I still want you
And need you by my side.
Still mad about you…
All I ever wanted was you.
Your still the one.
…Your still the one…
Will's dream ended with the sweet melody of a song that described just how he felt. He had heard it before…
And then he snapped into realization. He sat up in bed, looking around. Bed…No! He was in bed!
"Lyra! Lyra! You're here! Please say you're here!" he said, getting fully up out of bed. He was answered with silence, and then Kirjava's voice. "Will? Was that a dream?" she asked, looking just as dazed as him. "I hope not! No! It can't be!" He rushed around his room, looking for any sign of his beloved.
………And found none.
A dream. That's all he was left with.
*
Will and Kirjava were laying in the front lawn. "Will," he heard the other half of him sigh. "Mmm…" he stroked her fur and looked to the clouds. "You don't suppose Lyra and Pan are doing the same thing we are…At this same exact moment, do you?" she asked, perplexed.
"Or perhaps they had the same dream we did." He chuckled a bit. But Kirjava bolted to attention. "Will! What if…What if that dream meant something!"
He rolled his eyes. How could she be so optimistic when he felt so depressed? "Because I just know things are going to be okay," she answered. He laughed. "I'll never get a moment of privacy, will I?"
"Nope!" she answered, nuzzling him.
But still…he couldn't help but think that his life would was pointless.
*
Meanwhile, only miles away, but worlds apart, Lyra and Pan were discussing their dream. "Lyra. We wouldn't ever kill ourselves, right? I mean…it had to be…just a dream. We wouldn't do that." Lyra laughed. Pan was always worrying. "Oh Pan. It's foretelling our death!" she answered, sarcastically. A soft growl rumbled from his throat, causing more laughter to stir from the blonde girl. She stopped abruptly, sighing.
"Pan…It's been three years and I still can't get over him," she whispered. Pan flowed onto her lap, under her hands, his soft fur tickling her fingers. "And I don't expect Xaphania intended for you to forget him…" he murmured back. "I just don't think it was supposed to be this way. Pan, did we do something wrong?"
Pan looked thoughtful for a few moments before he answered. "It's possible. But…Somehow I think that whatever we did, we still wouldn't have ended up with Will and Kirjava."
"Pan, dear…What do you mean?" Lyra was perplexed. "I'll tell you another day." He answered and looked away. "But I do know," he continued, in a barely audible voice. "That Will and Kirjava would be proud of us for holding strong." Lyra smiled. "Hey Pan?"
"Yeah?" he answered. "Do you think Will would think I'm pretty? Or do you think he'd wish I still looked like how I did when he met me?"
"The way you worded that confused me, but I know what you mean." He answered.
There was a pause.
"And yes, I think he'd be satisfied with the way you look now."
Lyra smiled, walking over to her window, and drew back the curtains. She looked down and far off in the distance, she could see the bench she sat on once every year. She longed for Will…
Sorry! It's short…Do I ever have a long chapter??? Please R/R!
Disclaimer: I don't own the lyrics at the beginning of this chapter…I don't own any of His Dark Materials characters…Believe me…If I did, Will would be strapped to my bed and…Never mind. Hehe I'll keep my dark thoughts as just that…thoughts. I hope I didn't ruin this too bad…If I did…tell me. But please review, my faithful readers! Because I looooooove you!
I still think about you.
I still dream about you.
I still want you
And need you by my side.
Still mad about you…
All I ever wanted was you.
Your still the one.
…Your still the one…
Will's dream ended with the sweet melody of a song that described just how he felt. He had heard it before…
And then he snapped into realization. He sat up in bed, looking around. Bed…No! He was in bed!
"Lyra! Lyra! You're here! Please say you're here!" he said, getting fully up out of bed. He was answered with silence, and then Kirjava's voice. "Will? Was that a dream?" she asked, looking just as dazed as him. "I hope not! No! It can't be!" He rushed around his room, looking for any sign of his beloved.
………And found none.
A dream. That's all he was left with.
*
Will and Kirjava were laying in the front lawn. "Will," he heard the other half of him sigh. "Mmm…" he stroked her fur and looked to the clouds. "You don't suppose Lyra and Pan are doing the same thing we are…At this same exact moment, do you?" she asked, perplexed.
"Or perhaps they had the same dream we did." He chuckled a bit. But Kirjava bolted to attention. "Will! What if…What if that dream meant something!"
He rolled his eyes. How could she be so optimistic when he felt so depressed? "Because I just know things are going to be okay," she answered. He laughed. "I'll never get a moment of privacy, will I?"
"Nope!" she answered, nuzzling him.
But still…he couldn't help but think that his life would was pointless.
*
Meanwhile, only miles away, but worlds apart, Lyra and Pan were discussing their dream. "Lyra. We wouldn't ever kill ourselves, right? I mean…it had to be…just a dream. We wouldn't do that." Lyra laughed. Pan was always worrying. "Oh Pan. It's foretelling our death!" she answered, sarcastically. A soft growl rumbled from his throat, causing more laughter to stir from the blonde girl. She stopped abruptly, sighing.
"Pan…It's been three years and I still can't get over him," she whispered. Pan flowed onto her lap, under her hands, his soft fur tickling her fingers. "And I don't expect Xaphania intended for you to forget him…" he murmured back. "I just don't think it was supposed to be this way. Pan, did we do something wrong?"
Pan looked thoughtful for a few moments before he answered. "It's possible. But…Somehow I think that whatever we did, we still wouldn't have ended up with Will and Kirjava."
"Pan, dear…What do you mean?" Lyra was perplexed. "I'll tell you another day." He answered and looked away. "But I do know," he continued, in a barely audible voice. "That Will and Kirjava would be proud of us for holding strong." Lyra smiled. "Hey Pan?"
"Yeah?" he answered. "Do you think Will would think I'm pretty? Or do you think he'd wish I still looked like how I did when he met me?"
"The way you worded that confused me, but I know what you mean." He answered.
There was a pause.
"And yes, I think he'd be satisfied with the way you look now."
Lyra smiled, walking over to her window, and drew back the curtains. She looked down and far off in the distance, she could see the bench she sat on once every year. She longed for Will…
Sorry! It's short…Do I ever have a long chapter??? Please R/R!