Discalimer: I do not own Tekken or this song as good as the acoustic version may be.
Oneshot/songfic of Jin and Xiaoyu. Very sad I guess but it's just so it will go with the song. Just some random idea I had that I thought sounded pretty good anyways hope you like it. Oh yeah this is my first Tekken fanfic so be nice!
Never
They stood. Inches apart. Their clothes soaked. Her loose curls washed away and her black eye make-up ran down her pale cheeks. But she knew only one good thing about this.
It's a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain,
She closed her eyes and held her hands to her chest. The black lace wrapped around her right palm rested on her chest. That black lace he had given her and that stood as a reminder of him. Something that killed her inside.
As if a good thing ever could make up for all the pain,
He gently touched her cheek with his index finger. Slowly he ran it along her cheekbone and pressed it to her lips, silencing her. Then he progressed down to her chin, her neck, until he reached the damp lace and pulled her hand into his. He wiped the specks of blood off that the rainwater hadn't already removed. Though the fight was over she didn't want it to end, this was their last chance but it had passed them by.
There'll be no last chance to promise to never mess it up again,
He let go of her hand. It fell limp by her side. He glanced into her hazel eyes for the last time and turned. He walked away from her, though her vision was blurred she could see him take a look back at her before he carried on walking. And she felt her heart die as she watched him.
Just the sweet pain of watching your back as you walk, as I'm watching you walk away.
He had disappeared now, just a silouhette. A ghost. A memory she'd rather forget.
And now you're gone, there's like an echo in my head.
But he was still there clear as the rain that now dripped off the end of her nose. He was gone but she could still feel him, taste him. Hear his voice ringing through her ears.
And I remember every word you said.
She lowered her head. He would never know, never understand her and the way she followed him around. The way she smiled and waved or how she seemed to always be cheerful simply because he was close to her.
It's a cruel thing you'll never know all the ways I tried,
But now all that happiness inside her had faded away. Like the blood on her hands. Like the tears in her eyes. Like his sweet kisses on her lips. She didn't know how these lips would ever smile again, a fake one, yes. But a real smile. Never.
It's a hard thing, faking a smile when I feel like, I'm falling apart inside.
She couldn't give up on him. Not now, not after all they had bee through together. He had given her false hope yet she still felt that hope inside of her. Maybe she was being stupid but she knew that it wasn't over, it couldn't be over.
And now you're gone, there's like an echo in my head.
Why had she tried so hard. Her efforts in vain, now all that was left was that useless piece of black lace bandaged onto her wound. The wound that was no longer hurting suddenly stinging with pain, knowing he would never return.
And I remember every word you said.
She didn't feel her feet move as she patted along the deserted road searching for him. Her small shoes drenched from puddles they had collided with but she didn't care. All she had to do was find him and tell him how she felt. Those emotions towards him that had kept her going through the tournament.
But you never were, and you never will be mine,
Kept her running through the rain. Her body was numb, she couldn't feel the freezing winds or the icy droplets piercing her skin, though she could feel pain. A different pain.
No, you never were, and you never will be mine.
She saw him, he was walking as though the cold night air had no effect on him. She ran to him, wishing he would take her in his arms and tell her that he was wrong, that they should be together. But he didn't. He put both of his hands on her shoulders and stared at her, softly shaking his head. He told her being with him was too dangerous, she would get hurt. Now she could see it.
For the first time, there is no mercy in your eyes,
He couldn't face her any longer and so he left again. She hated the moment so much that reliving it was too painful. She didn't understand, there was nothing else she could do. He was leaving her. That brought her back to reality and the pain of the cold now took over her. She managed to tear the lace off her delicate hand and throw it as far as she could, hating it. Just like she hated him and how much she loved him.
And the cold wind is hitting my face and you're gone, and you're walking away.
Her breath was short. She felt weak. Throwing the lace on the floor drained her last ounce of energy. She fell to her knees. He didn't look back this time.
And now I'm helpless sometimes, wishing's just no good
Her tears were invisible and her cries drowned by the thunder. He loved her. He just couldn't be hers.
'Cause you don't see me like I wish you would.
There was still one thing she knew as she buried her face in her hands.
'Cause you never were, and you never will be mine.
Though she was and always will be his. He would never be hers.
No, you never were, and you never will be...
...Ling Xiaoyu's.
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