The tears continued streaming down his cheeks as he turned away. Serenity,
feeling bad for him decided to ask him how. 'How did he die?'
'I don't know. Even the top medical doctors didn't know. He was my only reason for living.'
'The only?'
'The only.'
'If that were the only reason for living, then you should have been dead by now-like me.'
He turned back to look at her. Giving her a questionable look in her eyes.
'I can also tell that you not only have scars in your heart-you have a hole, and you don't know how to close it.'
'How did you know that?'
'Same with you, I can see it in your eyes. A wound so deep like that is worse than a physical. A physical wound will remain there, but with each passing day, it will grow fainter and fainter. But a mental wound, like the ones you have-will stay there forever. It will not go away, nor will you forget it.'
He lowered his gaze to Serenity, 'You know, I've never actually had someone know me like you.'
'Neither have I,' she said slowly.
There was a rustle of sycamore leaves as the two looked at each other. She shivered as a cool wind tickled her legs.
'Oh, um, sorry, um,' he started as he took off his trench-coat and gave it to her.
She blushed as she took it, 'Uh, thanks.'
'No problem.' Now wait a second he thought, this isn't like you! Now what the heck are you thinking now?
'I guess I'd better get going now. It was nice to meet you.' She told him.
She struggled to her sore legs, and she just barely lifted the suitcase off the ground. Seto took it from her hand, and stood right next to her.
'Where are you going to go?' he asked, gently.
'I-I-I don't know.' She finally said.
He questioned her with his eyes again.
'I-ran away.'
'Oh,' he said thoughtfully and turned to face her and started to say, 'Well, you,' A strong gust of wind blew nearly blew Serenity off her feet, and she stumbled toward Seto, who steadied her. He blushed.
'Um, sorry,' she told him.
'Uh-it's ok.'
'Now-what were you going to say?'
'Well, um, you could stay with me for the time being if you wanted to.' He said, and looked away, blushing.
She turned to look at him, eyes glossy, 'Really?'
'I don't know. Even the top medical doctors didn't know. He was my only reason for living.'
'The only?'
'The only.'
'If that were the only reason for living, then you should have been dead by now-like me.'
He turned back to look at her. Giving her a questionable look in her eyes.
'I can also tell that you not only have scars in your heart-you have a hole, and you don't know how to close it.'
'How did you know that?'
'Same with you, I can see it in your eyes. A wound so deep like that is worse than a physical. A physical wound will remain there, but with each passing day, it will grow fainter and fainter. But a mental wound, like the ones you have-will stay there forever. It will not go away, nor will you forget it.'
He lowered his gaze to Serenity, 'You know, I've never actually had someone know me like you.'
'Neither have I,' she said slowly.
There was a rustle of sycamore leaves as the two looked at each other. She shivered as a cool wind tickled her legs.
'Oh, um, sorry, um,' he started as he took off his trench-coat and gave it to her.
She blushed as she took it, 'Uh, thanks.'
'No problem.' Now wait a second he thought, this isn't like you! Now what the heck are you thinking now?
'I guess I'd better get going now. It was nice to meet you.' She told him.
She struggled to her sore legs, and she just barely lifted the suitcase off the ground. Seto took it from her hand, and stood right next to her.
'Where are you going to go?' he asked, gently.
'I-I-I don't know.' She finally said.
He questioned her with his eyes again.
'I-ran away.'
'Oh,' he said thoughtfully and turned to face her and started to say, 'Well, you,' A strong gust of wind blew nearly blew Serenity off her feet, and she stumbled toward Seto, who steadied her. He blushed.
'Um, sorry,' she told him.
'Uh-it's ok.'
'Now-what were you going to say?'
'Well, um, you could stay with me for the time being if you wanted to.' He said, and looked away, blushing.
She turned to look at him, eyes glossy, 'Really?'