Lightning-Dono: I decided to make this fanfic into a collection of angst-romance fanfics for ToS. :D Just for the sake of making it look as though I don't try to boost my numbers by putting up one-shots individually. This fanfic is for Sheelos. I don't know what happens to Zelos, so don't try and correct me with spoilers.

Crimson Lavender

Author: Guess who.
Disclaimer: Take a wild guess. I'm sure you'll get it right.
Notes: Flashbacks are not actual in-game scenes.
Warnings: Suicide

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The day Zelos left their party, gracing Sheena with silence that she had always longed for, comic was no longer a huge part of their lives. Everyday they would trek through the same wounded forests, monsters hungrily eating away at the trees. Eventually, the trees would disappear, just like Zelos did.

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"Sheena, this is my final word," Zelos whispered, hand rested gently above her hip. Sheena was all too tearful to try and remove it's position.

"You mean...You're leaving?" Her eyes watered dramatically, her heart aching even though her true love was standing right before her. She wanted to remain stationary in his arms, having him caress her slender frame forever. And most unlike her, she wasn't willing to let him go.

Zelos fingered her bangs playfully, like he was stalling for time.

"Well...Yes." He seemed uncomfortable admitting this. He let his free hand drop on her shoulder. "You know I don't want to, Sheena, so don't cry..."

Sheena buried her soft face into Zelos' shoulder.

"Promise me that you'll come back some day. Atleast come and see me." Her voice was muffled from speaking into volumes of clothing. They were standing on the freezing streets of Flanoir, snow falling gently around them. Citizens of the town were holiday shopping frantically exchanging and bartering at counters. Zelos and Sheena didn't want to join in on the festivities. They had hidden themselves in a forgotten corner of the city beneath the heavy an snow-ridden tree. This scene would paint it's way into Sheena's delicate mind forever.

"I can't promise this...But I want to give you something." Zelos retrieved a pale lavender flower from his pocket, his heavily gloved hands passing it into hers, connecting for a few seconds. "I had Raine treat this with magic, so it will never wilt," he whispered.

"...What is it for?" Sheena asked breathlessly, the petals brightening with life that had been unknown to it.

"As long as you keep this flower tucked in your hair band, you'll always remember me...And I have a matching flower pinned on my shirt...To make sure that I never forget you and all the promises I made when I left."

Sheena began to cry, her face warm from being on Zelos' shoulder, her heart beating so quickly she thought she might faint.

The red-head lifted her chin up slowly with his index finger.

"Please let his be a happy moment. I don't want to leave you knowing that I made your life hell." And they sealed their promises with a kiss.

The last one they would ever have.

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Now the group was in Flanoir, paying a visit to the gorgeously built town. Except Sheena wasn't with them. She was standing in the very place she had left Zelos, removing the flower from her hair band and observing it with grim delight.

"Stupid Zelos," she muttered angrily. "You know you can't keep a promise. In fact, I'll bet you're hitting on some girls now, you goddamn idiot!" She shrieked, pounding her fist on the newly constructed bench, mahogany paint staining her winter gloves. "I know you'll never come back!" she sobbed, using Zelos as a scapegoat for her rising insecurity. "It's not fair..."

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"Nothing in life is fair, Sheena,"Tiga stated in his lecture voice, the voice that had been the bane of many a student. Sheena, however, being his obedient disciple, soaked up every word like a sponge.

"Then how do we play fair?" Sheena asked curiously, her seven-year old mind getting the better of her mature side.

The wise teacher chuckled, shaking his head jauntily, his beard swaying back and forth like a willow when faced with a powerful gust.

"My, my, how much you have observed over the years!" He chuckled once more, but this time proudly instead of in a ridiculing manner. "Don't you worry about playing fair, now. As long as the game can be played, everyone is on an even plain."

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Sheena cursed at this old lesson that had been given to her years ago. Love was no longer a game to her – she wanted to live it, not play with it for as long as she could and then quit.

"We aren't on an even plain, Zelos," she muttered. Her breath came out like white wisps smoke, drifting lazily up and disintegrating before her chocolate eyes. "That's what our love was. It was there for a second and gone the next."

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"I want to be with you as long as I can," Zelos said steadily, his sapphire orbs boring into her like a nail driven into a wall by a screwdriver...Slowly...Slowly...

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"Why do you mess with me like that?" Sheena yelled into the crisp air, snow landing on her tongue, freezing it with unimaginable cold. Cold as her heart.

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"I know the stem of the flower is sharp," Zelos murmured at his departure. "Handle it with care. I don't want you to hurt your pretty self, my hunny." The last hunny he might ever have was standing right before him, hands refusing to let him go as they numbly found their way down his sides as he shifted his position.

She felt tears well up in her eyes, tasted the cherries in his kiss, felt the warmth of his body.

Flanoir would hold these bittersweet memories forever.

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She'd had enough. Zelos had promised he'd come back. It had been a year since he had left, and still he hadn't written or bothered to show up.

Sheena removed the flower from her hair band and made a violent sweeping motion with it's stem across her wrist.

One by one, drops of blood fell like tears.

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I had this really depressing dream the other night, so I was somewhat inspired to write this. Sorry if it's so unemotional, but I'm not good with emotional stuff.