Her blood red bangles bumped against her ankles gently as she walked back to her room in the Black Order. They barely weighed anything but at that moment they felt like heavy weights forcing her to drag her feet. Her eyes dulled as she passed Allen's room, deliberately allowing her glance to slide over the door nonchalantly. She wondered desperately where he was, what he was doing and if he was still alive. She stared down at her feet and realized that she had stopped walking, and her feet refused to lift up anymore. So heavy. She leaned against the door wearily.
It seemed so long since she had last seen his face and heard his voice. Why did everything have to turn out like that? Why did Allen have to be the 14th? Why did he have to run and hide from his own friends? Fiercely, she wiped away the tears that welled up in her eyes. Lately she had been crying too much. She should have left with him. Had she been so blind that she had considered the Order more important then him? Once more, she saw him embracing her for what seemed to be the last time. "No matter what, I will always be an exorcist," he said again in her head. "Even though the paths we follow are different, that will never change... you and everybody else at the order... you will always be my home."
"You liar, Allen," she whispered. "YOU LIAR!" She punched the door angrily. "If we are your home, you shouldn't have left, you should have stayed..." But she knew that Allen had made the right choice. In her heart, she knew that he couldn't stay in his own home even though he wanted to. She had seen the sadness in his eyes as he left, seen the longing and the painful loneliness that he had always harbored expand behind his constant smile. But she had not stopped him. If only she had gone with him...
She wiped the tears off her face slowly. "Baka Allen, you had better come back safe and sound, as yourself... or I will kill you," Lenalee murmured at the door before walking away. Don't stop walking, keep moving forth, something seemed to move her heart. "I won't give up," she thought as she moved onward. "I won't ever stop believing in you."
In the distance, Allen sneezed. "Oi, beansprout... are you sick?" Kanda said, glaring at him. "Don't call me beansprout!" Allen retorted, glaring back.
"You are weak, beansprout!"
"Shut up! I am not sick!"
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