Here's a story to pull at your heartstrings (I hope). Love and Peace!

All Falls Down (part 1)

"So what now?" he said, leaning leisurely against the back of the bench. "What do we do now?" The blonde haired girl sighed. She was sad that the man she loved so much had to leave again. It was only by chance that they ran into each other when they did; he was always on the move, not that she and her partner weren't. She loved him so much, yet he knew nothing about her feelings; they were only good friends. She was terrified of telling him how she felt; she was afraid that he wouldn't want to be near her anymore.

"I don't know," she muttered quietly. "I don't know even if we'll ever see each other again." She had to be cheerful. She had to smile. That was the persona she always had. Happy. Bubbly. Cheery.

If they only knew…

She had spent almost a year searching with her business partner, Meryl, for the infamous humanoid typhoon. When the met him, and got to know him, they realized that this poor man had never intentionally done anything wrong, or had himself taken a single life. That didn't help her though. She missed her family and friends back home terribly and, even though Meryl was a kind enough person, she always felt alone. She felt like she needed something else, yet she had never been in love, or lust, or anything of the sort before.

Well, not so true. She did have childhood crushes, but they were nothing more than a simple infatuation. Nothing more, nothing less.

Then she met him; a wayward preacher that was just as eccentric as her.

Well, not as eccentric, but still…

They always got along just fine, but there was also an unspoken, yet noticed by all, tension between them. So what then? Right after they met, he left again. It happened so frequently it tore her apart. The thing was though; they always seemed to run back into each other. Their paths were almost destined to cross. This fact relieved the young woman quite a bit, but there was always that small twinge of doubt, that little What if factor. She knew he was a dangerous man…he may get killed before she ever got the chance to see him again. A soft breeze blew across the desert sand, sending up small dust clouds and making the young preacher sneeze.

"God bless you." she whispered, hugging him.

He stood up and hugged her back, giving her a small kiss on the forehead.

"I hope he will."

This story will continue on. (obviously, since it says 'part 1' but whatever.) I really hope you enjoyed it.