Garnet stepped back from Zidane and looked him over; he was the same as he had been a year ago. Each strands of hair the same as she had remembered, the same demeanour, eyes…. his eyes were still full of life and playfulness but the black depths still held secrets. The image she had carried in her mind since he'd left didn't lie but held such a devote accurateness it surprised her. No, he hadn't changed at all, if only she could say the same for her.
The crowd cheered happily as Zidane pulled her into another hug so her face was pressed against his tanned skin. Don't do this Zidane, she thought to herself as she tried to pull away from him. Don't make this any harder then it is.
Zidane looked at her questioningly as she tried to push him away and avert his gaze at the same time. But how could she look at him like this? It would turn her heart of stone warm again and let the tears waiting at her lashes cascade down her cheeks. He was her life, her love her…. downfall. She had to end this now.
" Dagger?"
Dagger? Is that who you are, a thief's toy, used to hurt others?
" Zidane?" By now the crowd cheered even louder. They were waiting now, waiting for her to kiss him, tell him she loved him, and show her affection in anyway possible… Eiko was crying, Beartrix and Steiner were hugging each other, Freya smiling and Vivi looked so hopeful…. Could she destroy such an innocent love?
Tell him! Tell him now! Tell him who you are!
He didn't know…. he…I…Please? Please….
Tell him! TELL HIM!
Garnet held a hand to her head. How wonderful it had been those few moments when she had ran to him and been in his arms, the temporary silence in her mind. But now things had changed, everything had changed.
" Zidane?" Garnet looked at him with eyes full. Please understand Zidane, just this once.
Why are you waiting? NOW!!!!!!!!!!
" Dagger, what's wrong?" Zidane looked even more confused now but she was ready.
" My…name…. is…. Garnet." She turned away from him though she knew the look on his face. Disbelief? Amusement? She walked down the red carpet and picked up the crown and necklace she had thrown off remembering the pains she felt when the stone left her skin. " But to you I am 'Your Majesty'," and with that she walked into the castle.
Doesn't that feel better now?
No. And it never will.
But it must be done, mustn't it?
If you say so.
A/N: Okay…she admits, this was all written by me (now we know why it sucks). Zara edited a little but she's on holiday in Spain so she doesn't have time to write…but when she comes back expect some chapters ^_^.
