Requested by Nadie- thank you
Hisagi x Soi Fon
Going
He watched her, always getting further away from him in the startlingly fast pace of a well practised run. He felt sometimes that he could run forever, and when he would look up, she woudl only ever be further away, a lone figure on the horizon that he would never be able to touch, would never be able to find. Going. She was immeasurably better than he had ever thought to have; perfect in every way that he understood but could not find in any other woman. She was wonderfully strong, terrifyingly beautiful, hopelessly distant, and, he was always painfully aware, never to be his to own, because there was just so much of herself that she held back. Going. But he loved her so, and pressed himself to her as if he would never let her go, even as he felt her slipping through his fingers like dust. Going. And still, he strived to touch her.
But never really gone.
And then, on one day that was in all other regards completely inconsequential, she reached back.
Returning.
In that moment, the dust moved back up through his still fingers to gather in his palms; the figure on the horizon turned to him and raised a hand in a wave, as if to welcome him closer. Her face without a smile, her eyes without warmth, but her hand always there, ready to pull him up with her, to run by her side, into that far off place to which she so often stared.
Home.