For FantasyxRising

-Author's Note-

Yes, I actually am alive. I'm sorry for the absence! Work has piled up over the last few months... oh, how many has it been? Too long, that's the answer. Well, here's to another round of writing.

-End Note-

I sat on the train headed down to Washington D.C. I am really looking forward to living there, for it was very noisy back in New York City. I couldn't think without hearing another voice or blaring noise from the busy streets filled with people and traffic.

Anyway, the train seemed to be making one last stop and I took the time to get a book out of my bag. I began to read and was very into the story when I heard a voice from a blue uniformed man ask "May I sit here, Violet?" I closed to book to find a man I thought I wouldn't see ever again. My dear ex-fiancé, and BLU team member, Jane Doe.

"Sure." I said, removing some of my belongings from the seat in front of me so he could sit. "So, what have you been up to since the military sent you packing?"

"I've been doing what man was made for, war. I've been proving myself on the battle field every day since I left." He said with much pride.

"Well, good to see you've been busy…" I mumbled. That stupid war was the whole reason he was my ex. Just because he wasn't good enough for the military. They decided that he wasn't what they were looking for and ran off to fight in some sort of "war" elsewhere. He never left a note, never said goodbye; he just left me sad and alone.

"Yes indeed. I plan to spend some time alone or maybe with an old friend of mine. This is the only time we get time off from the war."

"I know." I said, now putting the book away and glaring at him with cold eyes. While he was working for some company called BLU, I joined up with a company called RED. I never got to fight him, but I became a Spy so if we ever did, I could see what he was up to. Jane doesn't know; it's probably best if he doesn't.

"Have you been doing anything?" He asked, now looking a bit uncomfortable from my gaze.

"Tell me, Jane, why did you leave? " I instantly barked, the more violent part of me wanting an answer. We spies are good interrogators.

"I went to serve my country! It needs good men like me."

"Good men? You call yourself a good man? You just left me all alone! No goodbye, no return promises, just an empty home the next morning and me wondering and worrying about you." I yelled, trying to get my point across.

"What did you want me to do? Accept that the military thought I wasn't good enough? I was made to win, to fight! I will not sit back and be told no!" Jane said, instantly getting closer to me and trying to be intimidating.

"Well, you are no honest man. You would have at least said goodbye." I said, feeling a small tear in my eye. Why am I crying over someone who left me years ago? He obviously doesn't care for me, so why should I care for him? I felt the small tear roll down my face and I continued to cry from there.

"Um… don't cry, it's going to be all right." Jane said, pulling me close into a hug to try to comfort me. This made me think of how we used to be; before this stupid war. We would just spend time together, talking and just being around each other to be happy. When he proposed to me, it was the happiest day of my life. He showed genuine care for me at that moment; I could see it in his eyes.

We both pulled back from the hug and I looked into his eyes. That genuine look was there; the caring he always showed before. I gave him a small smile and rested my hand on his, hoping that this might spark something between us again. Jane smiled back at me and ran his fingers through my wavy black hair. We just sat there in silence, wondering which one of us would move first.

Jane decided to take the plunge and gave me a quick kiss, like his was afraid of my reaction. I blinked a few times while my brain tried to register what just happened. My ex-fiancé, who left me without a word and whom I still loved, just kissed me. I then grabbed the collar of his blue uniform and forced out lips together again. It felt wonderful to be with him again, just the two of us like old times. When there was no RED or BLU, when there was no "war" going on. Just us; that was my world. Jane kept me close while we kissed, sometimes breaking it to nip my neck or whisper things into my ear. It was driving me wild and this only made me believe that he still wanted me more.

Eventually, the train came to a halt, signaling the stop we both needed. Jane was quite the gentleman, helping me carry my things off the train. He had his car parked in the lot beside the station and drove me home to my new house here in D.C. Once there, he began to take my stuff in. I got some of the boxes out of the back of the car and began to take them in when I heard a scream. I looked into my living room to see Jane's eyes full of anger and my RED uniform in his hands. The only words he spoke were "You are one of them."

He instantly pushed me to the floor and stormed out of the house, throwing all of my things out of the car and driving off without a word. I was now alone in my house, again, without a goodbye. History has an odd and sad way of repeating itself, doesn't it?