A/N: Okay… I'm not really sure about this one, but I just thought I'd post it anyway and see what you people think. It feels kind of unfinished, but if you follow it on down to the end, you'll see that I intended it to be that way.
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I can still remember a time when, every morning at the crack of dawn, she would reach over and shake me awake ever so gently so that we could watch the sunrise together, huddled close and lying in companionable silence. The nights were spent in close proximity with one another, and the mornings were the same, except maybe a little less intimately so… if you know what I mean. Only during the day did we part, slipping unseen out of the dormitory, each going our separate ways and trying our best to act as though everything was normal and that nothing had changed.
Not so.
Really, how could things be normal when I was the happiest I'd ever been in my life? How could I act like my old self when my very essence cried out for her company and was cruelly denied? It hurt, so it did, when I couldn't be with her, forced instead to go mindlessly about my daily chores, and when all the while all I could think about was her skin moving against mine as we made love, how my senses would tingle as she teased me with a near-kiss, and the way she would let only one corner of her mouth quirk up in that unique smile of hers…
I think I fell in love.
But how can one be sure when they have nothing to compare it to? They say that at some level you just know, that it hits you like lightning, there's no escaping it. "This is the person I'm meant to be with for the rest of my life – this is my true soulmate, my one and only." That's what you're meant to think. It wasn't like that with us. You know the story: friends first, drunk one evening and feeling experimental… Need I go on? I don't remember much of that night, but all I know is that I awoke the next morning nestled comfortably in her arms, and that it felt right. She smiled at me and we shared a kiss, and then, starting off a tradition then unknown to us both, together we welcomed in the first light of many mornings to come.
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Uh… this was yuri, by the way. I know I didn't mention any names, but it's QuistisXRinoa. It may develop beyond a one-shot if I get enough reviews, so if you liked it, tell me, and if you didn't like it… just move quietly along and pretend you never read it, m'kay?
~ Hazel
