Gee, I haven't done a fanfiction for almost a month. I've been busy wandering the Writing Forums on GaiaOnline, and visiting some readings from local writers lately. I took a whole day to do this fic- heck, I'm not even that happy with the result. First time doing a Chrno Crusade one- nonetheless in Chrno's point of view. Maaajor problems with the ending, believe me. Same with the beginning. There's a lot of lines in here that I have problems with, but one of my friends, Celecia, who knows way more about Chrno Crusade than I do, liked them too much for me to remove them. My, I'm talkative today. Remember to review, please.
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It seemingly started with mere curiosity.
From the moment I laid sight on you, I suspected something more than an inquiring innocence in those accepting eyes rimmed with yellow-flax bang. It gradually occurred to me that you were different from the others. Not in a cruel, sympathetic way- you saw past my physical core and saw us as equals.
You were happy. The warmth of your euphoria was contagious, and still remains so, despite the years that separate then and now. You were strong – and continue to be, surpassing any expectation I've withheld in our time spent together – and veiled your pain on behalf of others, despite fear of the circumstances.
Time. Will I have enough to tell you? Will you have enough to perform the things you desire so? To live the life you desire so?
Will there be enough to make you realize these feelings I suppress?
The shadows claimed my sanity, and I confined my sorrow with Mary, clinging to all remains of my past. And yet you pried me from my former self, weaving your smile into my life, subtly remedying me. It hardly seems possible one like yourself could tame a sinner, but even then, you possessed the talent.
The distinct taste of finality has worn your movements, but you bear no heed. The lavaliere steals your time. I steal your time. You seem porcelain, fragile but eager. My nightmares portray the shattered fragments, broken beyond reconstruction.
Perhaps I am beyond making amends.
You treat us as equals, but we are far from that: I am a sinner, and yet you, my contractor, hold the qualities of an angel. The light at the end of the tunnel, ready to set me back on my feet when all is upturned and hope is frail.
The routine day still holds surprises, and your vigor remains untarnished. Time is precious, but one day, I promise that we'll succeed. With you to light my way, we'll tread through unmarked paths, and bring alive our dreams. Though the odds are unfair, we'll make it.
I promise, my Rosette.