The day he showed up on that beach to say goodbye, she thought she was going to die. He looked bad. Almost entirely covered with bandages and the saddest glare she ever caught from him. But for some reason, she had never wanted him so badly. He had approached her slowly and she had watched him behind the tears that still troubled her sight. Two minutes before, she had been walking alone, or so she thought.
She struggled to keep a straight face when he stand before her, examining her for injuries, a gaze full of hate and maybe some pity but she just looked sand and fighting to keep composure. When he finally noticed that she was completely fine even after beating the crap out of his most powerful combatant and destroying one of his lighting orbs, he had a small grin.
She frowned at him, still wrestling to stay angry at him without breaking down. He stand closer, way too close for her no to do anything. However, she did not move a finger when he gently took her face into his hand and only let a tear roll on her cheek while he placed a light kiss on her lips, making her even hungrier.
So she let her arms fully embrace him and pulled him into an even stronger one.
"Bye, little demon." He only said quietly before pulling himself back, give her on last smirk with a look that said too much and went away.
When the bells rang, announcing the upcoming parade, she startled, dried her soaked cheeks, swallowed back her sobs and went quickly to join her friends.