This is a sad fic about the same question vice versa. What if Delphine died and Cicada didn't? No suicide this time. This is Cicada's POV.
If you wish.
That's the sentence that planned your downfall.
A forbidden sentence.
I am guilty of speaking it.
Funny, how when all you want to do is make someone happy.
It ends up blowing up in your face.
I could tell there was something wrong with you.
Delphine Eraclea, you were the one that showed me to love.
You were the one that showed me to smile.
And you were the one that told me to cry.
But still, I will never know what was wrong with you.
The one I love.
I couldn't find your smile.
I have a question.
Why did you cry the last time I held you?
Were you so afraid of death?
Well, your intentions were right.
I still can't see you smile.
I can still see you cry.
I still love you.
Oh, sure, I looked for you after the Guild crashed.
Then I learned the sad truth.
Your love was no more.
Your smile was no more.
Your pain was no more.
My grief goes on.
My love.
Delphine.
Wow. That was really hard to write. R&R.
