Disclaimer: I don't own (though I wish I did) the characters or direct quotes used in this fic. They all belong to they're rightful owners. The storyline/plot of this fic however is my own idea.
A/N: Just so everyone knows my stories are rated T just to be safe, as I'm writing from a teenage standpoint. Well I think that's it so Sit back, Relax and Enjoy. (Oh wait one more thing; reviews and comments are most welcome but if you have nothing nice to say please keep it to yourself. Thank you.)
Forgotten Tears:
Larsa and Shelke
5.
"I don't know why I'm doing this. I'll die when my magic runs out anyway. This feeling, is this what you meant by doing something for someone you care about?" Shelke wondered, aloud, as a memory played in her mind.
"Before. When I asked Shalua what she was searching for. She answered. Her reason to live. It was you Shelke; you were her reason to live." Vincent said, as they stood next to the container that held Shalua's fading form.
"So?" Shelke answered, callously…
"Hmm." Vincent mused and then said, "When a person has someone they care about that much, giving their life is sometimes the least they can do. And maybe that's what makes us human."
"Someone…they care about." Shelke whispered, desperate to understand.
"Although, it seems like there are a lot of people around me, who don't need a reason to risk their lives for that of another…"
"Larsa…" She breathed, softly. As the memory faded Shelke realized that a tear had escaped her eye. "I didn't think I had any…tears…left." She whispered, wiping it away.
She watched as Larsa's body was taken away. Looking carefully at him Shelke noticed that he had no bullet wounds. Had those shots only been warnings? Could he still be alive?