First of all, I would like to apologize.
Last week I didn't post the oneshot, but some relatives were celebrating my dad's birthday, I couldn't find time to post this, next week everything will be back to normal.
Remembering those moments where they were together hurt. It was painful for her to remember, to remember every moment together, when they walked through that forest, when she kissed him or felt his hands on her skin.
She loved him, loved every part of him, his amber eyes, his colorful wings, his soft voice, his silky hair, his laughter. She loved absolutely everything about him, and for that it hurt, it hurt her heart and soul to no longer see him, to no longer have him with her.
No longer to feel his arms comforting her, no longer to hear his soft voice whispering in her ear how much she loved him.
Why did she leave him?
She left him alone, no longer having him by her side. Demons are taking ground at every turn, killing innocents, torturing every being on Britannia. Killing everything in their path, what did it matter? He didn't care, how could he fight when his only reason to fight was gone?
Gloxinia, the traitor who in the end redeemed himself, was no longer among the living. Gone was the thief of her heart, how could she live and fight without him? Resistance falling at every turn, the few remaining fairies hidden and protected. No reason to fight.
Hope lost, all lost, Motivation? None Motive? Dead Hope? Long lost. But he couldn't help it, he kept fighting, even though he just wanted to give up and die, he couldn't help it, his body would move before even thinking about not doing so.
The peace that once seemed eternal, now longing was, how to forget that time of harmony and peace? It was wonderful to go out without fear of dying by a demon, powerful and intimidating beings, dark beings for the most part, without heart or mercy.
The fear was latent, fear of death, fear that their loved ones would disappear without a trace. The fear would not go away no matter the hour.
He feared, feared dying and not seeing him. He feared that even dead he could not be by his side.
He loved him, loved him more than anything, more than his life, and Gloxinia would give her life for him. Which she actually did, standing in the way of an attack that was aimed at him, an attack that cost him his life.
She loved him so much that it hurt not to see him, to think that she would no longer be with him, by his side, flying peacefully through the forest, without war, without fear.
But the war began and took from him what he loved most.
What she loved most in life, and what she loved most in death.
How much longer would he have to wait to see it?
And he knew, when he could not dodge an attack aimed at his heart, losing his life instantly, with no chance of survival.
But still he did not see it, he saw nothing, everything was dark, sinister and cold. A warmth surrounded him, but the darkness did not disappear, without knowing the time he spent in that place, he felt how he was expelled from that warmth.
Going out into the cold wind, crying instantly, receiving a name Harlequin curious how he kept his same name, how he was born in another time, how he remembered all his past life.
And how years later, he saw him again, how Gloxinia remembered too.
How life gave them a second chance to be together, one they would take advantage of.
One they didn't waste, one where they were assured to live for a long, long time.
What did you think?