A Hundred of Her Memories

by Timber Wolf of Purity

Xion - A Replica. A puppet. But who says she can't make memories of her own? With a heartless assassin and a nobody with a heart for friends, anything is possible. Why not falling in love? "I couldn't have done it without my trusty side-kick." "Side-kick? I prefer partner-in-crime at worst, and your-illustrious-highness at best." In the end, true love will conquer over evil.

94. Smile

A Hundred of Her Memories

94 – Smile

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There he stood, in a black suit. His hair was combed back a bit from its usual wild appearance. It even looked he had trimmed it for the occasion. He stared at her, mouth agape in a dorky smile. Xion felt a matching one slipping onto her own face.

He took her hand and brought her up alongside him.

"Axel…" she breathed.

"Xion…" he whispered, smiling at her, "You're beautiful."

"You look amazing, too."

"My dad was right y'know."

Xion spared a glance at her husband-to-be. "About what?"

The redhead leaned even closer, his breath tickling her veiled ear. "You have a beautiful smile."