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F.O.R.G.O.T.T.E.N. H.E.R.O.
By MercuryTears
Author's Note: I'm so sorry to everyone that I dropped this story like that. Everyone was so kind and supportive, and so many people reviewed, and I just disappeared. So very sorry about that! But I read my reviews over, and decided I couldn't leave people with half a story, so let's get this thing started up again, shall we?
And thanks again for reading and reviewing
C.H.A.P.T.E.R. T.W.O.
"Shadow…"
Her voice was soft and fading. She sounded so mourning. But why? I was no loss to her. I barely remembered her, so obviously she was just an acquaintance? I pushed my questions and my guilt aside and continued walking away.
"Shadow!"
This time I froze. She was calling out to me, now. It was rude to ignore her, was it not? I turned around to see her jogging up to me, her face — although blurred by my faltering eyes — displaying so many emotions at once. Fear, sadness, remorse, pain…
"Yes?" I answered. She caught up to me, and I saw now an emotion I'd overlooked just seconds before. Anger. I took a step backward, away from her, holding my arms out to take hold of her should she need to be restrained.
"How can you just — I mean, how dare you…" Words slipped out of her grasp as she scrambled to lay them out, and I lowered my hands. "How can you do this to me?" She finally choked out, and I thought I spotted a tear gleaming in her eye. Before I knew what had happened, her arms were around me, her face buried in my chest, sniffing and sobbing.
"I don't — " I began, but I felt no need for finishing my sentence. I held her awkwardly, stroking her back gently, hushing her the best I could.
At long last, she looked up at me with glittered eyes, and the anger and hurt in them seemed to have vanished. "I'm so sorry, Shadow…"
"There's nothing to apologize for, Amy," I reassured her, running a hand through her hair, lost in those soft, innocent eyes.
"But there is, Shadow," She insisted, pushing herself away from me so that I could only hold her wrists and she stared up at me. "I gave up on you. I took you for dead. And…here you are." She laughed a delirious sort of laugh, weak and fragile.
I couldn't understand what she meant about taking me for dead, but this was not the time for questions. "Here I am," I chuckled to myself, pulling her into my embrace once again.
"Shadow…" She whispered in my ear, her tone of voice so longing, so regretful.
"Come now, I'll take you for a walk. We could both use a clear head."
