Namco owns the rights to the Tales of Xillia character.
I'm merely using this as an expressive way to 'correct' pairings, heehee.

Leia cowered in the corner of the elevator, making herself as small as possible as the rectangular box descended. She had run out the door and slammed at the elevator button, with the doors thankfully opening instantly, and rushed inside. She wasn't sure, but she thought she had heard Jude's apartment door open and him call for her. Whether it had or hadn't happened, she ignored it. She just wanted to get away. To be left alone with her thoughts and feelings, which were both whirling inside her head.
Even if the elevator had only to descend two floors, it had never felt like taking this long. She wanted it to hurry, to have the doors open and let her out, so she could keep running. Before she lost control of herself completely. Though she knew she couldn't do that.
Not yet. It wasn't... 'safe' to do yet.
The elevator stopped and, thankfully, finally, the doors opened. Leia got out as soon as the gap was wide enough and jostled past some people in the hall and out into Trigleph. Into the rain that she had escaped several minutes ago. It was pouring down heavily, most people were running past her, trying to get through the rain without getting too wet, into buildings or under awnings. Nobody paid attention to the young woman, whose face had multiple, thin streams running down her face, leaving it difficult to tell what tears and what was simply rain. Tucking her head in, she briskly walked towards the train station. Sometimes she was fighting through waves of people, sometimes she was swimming with the tide as the inhabitants moved all through the city to get away from the rain.
She would have had run into the doors of the train station, if they hadn't opened automatically.
The inside was filled almost to the brim. Half the people were from Trigleph itself, refusing to go outside into the rain, figuring that staying here was better than walking through that weather and risk getting soaked to the bone, waiting for it to ease up a bit. They were sitting, standing, talking with neighbors. The rest were obviously from outside of the area, heading to the ticket machines, then turning away in a dejected manner and trying to talk to the train attendants, who were gesticulating and talking to them, obviously trying to calm them down. Though it wasn't working all that well.
Making her way through the crowd, Leia got closer to the ticket machines and then saw what had agitated them. All the machines were turned off, each with a sign stating 'Train Services Temporarily Closed Due To Heavy Weather Conditions' stuck onto them. Turning, she saw that even the large display hanging from the ceiling, that usually showed the next train's time of departure and destination, was changed to show nothing but the same message, urging any passengers to please remain calm and patient.
Her shoulders sagged as she saw that and felt like she was going to collapse in on herself. No, she wanted to go home. To go home to Leronde, to her sometimes strict mother, but who always had comforting words for her. To her father, who was able to cheer her up. To her room, to just fall into bed and hide beneath the covers until she stopped feeling. Turning away from the display, she headed back out of the station and into the rain again, intent on going to her second home. A small apartment she had gotten after being hired by the Daily Trigleph for the sake of convenience, living closer to work.
She headed down a sidestreet near the station and into a building that looked similar to the apartment complex that Jude lived in. Similar layout, similar design, which usually didn't bother her. But now it just put her emotionally back into his apartment, which she was trying to not think of right now. Even the interior of the elevator was the same, fake wooden panels halfway up the walls and soft carpet on the ground to give the illusion of a luxury environment. Hoping that the ride to the fifth floor would be non-stop, with none of her neighbors wanting to get onto the elevators themselves, Leia began mumbling to herself. Just a bit longer. That's all she needed to do before she could break down and let herself feel the full extent of her heartache.
"Just a bit... just a bit..." she muttered, clenching her hands together. Then the elevator stopped at the fifth floor and the doors opened, letting her leave and hurry down the hall to her home. Fishing for the key in her pocket, using her left hand to hold her right hand steady, put the key into the keyhole and unlocked the door. Finally, she stepped into her home and closed the door behind her. Then leaned against it and let herself slide down its length, onto the floor, and took a deep, shuddering breath.
"Hh...!" she gasped, her voice got stuck in her throat and she huddled into a pile of a broken heart on the floor, letting her feelings come out. The hurt of Jude obviously rejecting her love for him; the pain of him having lied to her about regretting that night and her own shame at having read too much into it. It all came out, in all its loud, sobby, inelegant and unintelligible way.

Leia lay on the floor, not sure how long she had cried. But she felt drained and exhausted now, lying in a pile of water that had collected on the stone floor from her hair and clothes. She noticed she was shivering and began to feel cold, though her head was hot and throbbing with pain. Sniffing, she got up slowly and dragged herself to the bathroom.
She turned on the small lights next to the glass cabinet, not wanting to use the ceiling lamp. The bathroom wasn't too bright, of course, but it suited her just fine. She leaned over the bathtub and turned the metal knobs, holding her hand under the stream until it was hot enough for her, and closed the drain. Plopping a little sack of herbs into the water, Leia watched the tub begin to fill. Slowly, she took off her various layers of clothes, each of them falling with a wet, slappy sound onto the floor until she was naked. She happened to catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror and properly looked at herself.
The low light in the room made her contours stand out more, making her puffy, red eyes easily noticeable. She was so tired from crying that she could barely keep her eyes open and her gaze travelled down further, her fingers stroking over her cleavage. They had faded, but the love marks from that night were still visible. There were quite a few of them and she knew that there had been a lot more just a few days ago, spread across her torso and back. Leia put her arms around herself, shivering slightly, whether it was from remembering the night or because she was cold wasn't clear, so she turned and got into the tub.
"Haaah..." she sighed, feeling the hot water envelop her and she turned the knobs again to stop the stream. Leaning back, she exhaled and tried to relax. Somehow, her shoulders and legs were feeling tense and she could guess that she might be sore tomorrow. Of course her mind went to her scene with Jude earlier and the night they had spent together. And she couldn't help but blush about it. Sure, it had surprised her when Jude suddenly made her turn her head and kissed her in the hall. She was stunned, but had thought it was just something that came from the emotional high they had from the celebration and stopped him, but then he had kissed her again and... it had felt like it was more. Like there was more of an obvious intent behind it. Having always dreamt of kissing him like that, it had made her happy and she had reciprocated. Had it been wrong to think that, perhaps, Jude felt the same way and thought there was more in it? Maybe if that had been all that had occured.
But then they had slept together. And it hadn't just been a... quick fling. They had slept more than once with each other in that one night. She blushed and ran her hands over her arms, remembering how gentle Jude had been the entire time, caressing her face, her breasts, her thighs... how considerate and tender he had been. Just remembering made her feel all warm again.
"That's... not how you..." she muttered to herself and then stood up energetically. "That's not how you sleep with someone you'd regret sleeping with, dammit!" She quickly started shivering outside of the water again and lay back down, letting the water come up to her shoulders. She almost felt embarrassed over her emotional outbreak, but it just had to come out. It wasn't silly of her to think that Jude loved her, too, when he had been gentle and considerate all the time, sighing her name almost as often as she had his.
And they had looked into each other's eyes, too.
She had felt happy, fulfilled, while sleeping with Jude. And she had thought it was the same for him, given how their 'one time' had been more than once. Though that might have had more to do with how the afterplay had lead into more foreplay and they had kept going from there. But always, the same gentle, slow pace as before.
"Argh, enough with these thoughts...!" she said and grabbed a nearby washcloth, dunked it into the warm water and put it over her eyes, leaning back to relax and turn her brain off for a while, letting herself float in the water.

After feeling warmed up and drying off, Leia sat on the edge of the tub, wrapped in a towel. She was feeling better now. Still tired, still hurting, her eyes still burning a bit, but overall not as terrible as before. Thinking that she had an immediate remedy for the eyes, she got up and opened one of the doors of the glass cabinet, reaching for a little bottle of eyedrops in it. After plopping a few drops into each eye, she was putting it back and her gaze fell onto the pregnancy test on the lower shelf.
She stared at it.
Just like Jude, she was a bit worried that their night had resulted in something. She didn't think she would get a believeable result after only a few days had passed, but it had been an on-the-spot purchase while out shopping. Honestly, she still had no idea how she would feel about either result. She'd be scared, of course. She had a good job, but was still a rookie and it would be difficult to juggle job and child, especially if she were to decide to go back to her family in Leronde, for some extra support. Though that would also depend on whether Jude would help... she shook her head. Of course he would help. He was just that type of guy, always taking responsibility. But she didn't want him to help because of responsibility. Only if he actually wanted to be a father to the child and care for it. Alongside her or preferably alone. And if she wasn't pregnant, then... horray? She wasn't sure if she would have been sad or relieved. Although, now that she knew that Jude didn't feel about their night the way she did... it would probably be better.
Closing the cabinet door, Leia headed to the bedroom and put on underwear and her rattiest, most comfortable pair of pajamas with a pineapple pattern on it, before throwing herself into bed and pulling the cover up to her head. The pillow felt cool under her head. Sighing deeply, she knew that it was too early in the evening to really go to bed. But she didn't feel like staying up much longer, she was too emotionally drained and keeping her eyes closed for a while would only do them good.
She was ripped out of her sleep by her alarm going off hours later.
Disoriented, she sat up and turned it off, looking at the time. It was 7 AM and she lay back down, sighing. She had forgotten to turn the daily alarm for her job off. She was still tired. Weird dreams, full of expired milk and cards had kept her mind going in her sleep. Turning around, she pulled the cover up to her eyes and made it darker, so she could fall asleep easier again.
It actually took her a few days to get herself going again.
She knew she was moping, puttering around the apartment and not going outside, taking frequent naps.
But after a few days of that, she decided to pull herself together again. It was when she was picking up the clothes she had let fall onto the ground, festering there in their puddle of wetness... and the freshly used pregnancy test waiting in the sink, that she realized that her shorts felt unnecessarily heavy. Giving it a slight shake, she frowned.
"Ah...!" she gasped and threw the clothes in her other arm into the laundry basket, quickly picking through the pockets of her shorts. She had forgotten that she had left her GHS in there! It felt cold to her touch, of course, maybe a little bit damp, but wiping across the screen and pushing a few buttons, she could see that it wasn't damaged from being stuck in a wet pocket for a few days. Heaving a huge sigh of relief, Leia checked her display for any missed calls.
There was an uncommon number of missed calls for just a few days of not answering. Wondering if work had called her about some scoop that she had missed out on, she checked the numbers. One was from her mother's GHS, who, grudingly, had finally gotten one to keep in touch with her daughter, telling her how she had gotten this device now. Not even one call from work, though one number called her repeatedly. She had an incling on who it had been and, finally, the last call from her voicemail service.
Taking a deep breath, she called her voicemail number and listened to the automated message of the number of messages she had.
"U-Um, Leia..." Jude's voice came up. And then he hung up suddenly.
"I... no... um, s-sorry...!"
"..." only a short breath heard, before he hung up for this message.
"I'm sorry."
"No, wait, nevermind the last... I mean..."
Two more messages of nothing but him hanging up immediately.
"You're acting really immature about this...!"
"I'm sorry about the last message! I didn't mean that... what I meant was..."
"Um... look, it's... no... I... nothing."
"Look, Leia, I think... I know we need to talk."
"I'll be home all day, if you want to drop by... or just call..."
"You obviously don't want to talk..."
"I've been thinking... I'm really sorry... for a lot. But... are you ignoring me? Or maybe you dropped your GHS behind a dresser again and forgot all about it. Either way, can you at least call me? ...it would mean a lot to me."
"Jude..." she sighed, hearing his changing emotions over the past few days. Sometimes frustrated at her, sometimes with himself, maybe even sad about this and, mostly, awkward. The voicemail informed her that there were no new messages left for her and began talking about the options she could do with the messages now. Stopping the call, Leia stared at her GHS for a bit, unclear on what to do next. Just like Jude, she was torn. But, after having been the one to storm off, she was the one who had to make the first step.
'I forgot something at your place. Can I come over?'
Though it was not a very long text, it had taken her quite some time to type it. Her fingers had been shaking like crazy, making it difficult to hold it in her hands and she had to correct a few typos on the way. But mostly, her thumb had hovered over the send button for a bit, not sure if she was ready to send it yet. But she did.
And she jumped almost a foot when she had a short answer just a few seconds later.
'Sure. Come anytime.'

Jude opened the door when she knocked and walked into the hall/livingroom further in. Seeing that as a silent welcome, Leia entered and closed the door behind herself, but barely moving away from the door. The atmosphere between them was a mixture of awkward, tense and a general sense of exhaustion. Like both had been dealing with their own feelings for so long, that they simply didn't have the energy left to deal with them more. But maybe this would let them have an easier time to calmly talk about things.
Jude held the umbrella she had left so many days ago in his hand and held it out to her. She got closer and took it.
"...thanks." she mumbled, holding the umbrella close to her and looking at the floor.
"It's nothing..." he replied.
Both were quiet for a while. Leia wrung the umbrella in her hands, trying to figure what to say first. She knew she had to break the silence, at least to explain her suddenly running out of his home. But there was something else that she had to say, too. But she just wasn't sure which one she should tell him first. She had to pick one...
"...I'm not pregnant." she admitted.
She could hear his feet shuffle on the floor with her words, but not much else came after. Lifting her head slightly, though not any higher than to his hips, and saw him thrusting one hand into his pocket and his free arm moving up, like he was scratching the back of his head. He shuffled his feet, switching which leg he was putting his weight on.
"...are you sad?" he asked, a slight note of embarrassment in his voice.
Looking up in surprise, before dropping her head again and letting her arms drag by her side, she frowned. She had looked at the test before leaving and hadn't really taken the time to gauge her reaction to it. Or how she felt about it. Was she happy? Was she sad? Trying to rack her brain, to figure out her emotions, she rubbed her free hand against her forehead. Perhaps she was feeling something else that couldn't so easily be put into the simpler words.
"I don't know..." she finally admitted, looking ludicrously at him.
"I see." Jude said and looked at her with a gentle smile on his lips. "To be honest... I feel relieved."
"Mh..." Leia nodded. "...I'm sorry I ran out like that. I just... felt hurt. I probably should have told you how I feel. Years ago."
"No, no, that's okay." he told her, rubbing the back of his neck. "As you said, it's... not something that can easily be said. Although, in hindsight, I should have noticed it earlier. Heh, you weren't very subtle at times."
Leia couldn't help but snort slightly, remembering some of the more drastic measures she had taken to get Jude to notice her.
"I'm sorry for hurting you. Like that. And..." he hesitated a bit. "I can't give you an answer. It's not that I don't love you, just... I'm... not entirely sure how I feel about you. Especially now. And especially after..." He threw a furtive glance towards his bedroom door. "But I don't want to give you some kind of... halfhearted answer to humor you. It wouldn't be fair."
She licked her lips and swallowed. His words were gentle, just like he always was, but she couldn't help but notice how much they made her chest hurt. She had always played out scenarios in her mind of her confessing and his answer, of course, she always preferred the ones that would end with Jude happily reciprocating, but this was not really one she had prepared herself for. Though it wasn't really a rejection... or a reciprocation. It wasn't even a 'I like you as a friend, but' line of thought. But it was an acceptance of her feelings. And his being honest to her about his own indecisiveness did feel better than simply accepting to please her.
Even though she told herself that, it still hurt.
"Thanks, Jude. That means a lot to me."
"Also, I'm sorry for blaming alcohol..." he continued, hanging his head in shame and apology. "I remember everything now and, well, I recall I barely drank anything, so... it's not really like alcohol had any part in this... though, I still don't know what came over me..."
She wasn't sure what had, either. Part of her had been motivated by her own, long-ignored feelings surfacing up at the moment, thinking that he had realized his own and acted on them. But as for him... a sudden burst of passion? Perhaps an emotional need for bodily comfort. Maybe even just a primal instinct. Whatever it was, it had been enough to cloud both of their minds for it to go past a mere few moments of confusion, leading up to more. The more had happened. And now they had the consequences to deal with.
Dropping the umbrella to the floor, Leia threw herself against his chest, her fingers clawing themselves in desperation into his shirt.
"I'm so sorry, Jude!" she sobbed, trying to say more when she felt him return her embrace.
"I'm sorry! For ruining this...!" he replied, his own voice breaking.
And they both stood there for some time, clinging to each other like they were drowning, crying noisily and hating themselves that it had come this far. That their long bond of friendship, of being closer in a way that was deeper, yet different, than lovers had broken over something that could have, should have been prevented. Crying over their lost friend.

You know, I actually ship these two as a romantic couple. Contrary to most childhoodfriend romances, I actually believe there is something that could actually progress into a lasting, romantic relationship that could make them both happy. Just that I think they would need to work things out first, before daring even a planned step to advance past what they are familiar with.