quick author's note: so I decided to make this book a compilation of oneshots/drabbles instead of an actual full length ff novel for Eden. might continue giving hints about the story of Eden within this book so yeah. wouldn't write Eden bec I can feel that once uni started, I'd be busy. Thanks!

"Your heart and my heart are old friends."

Old Hearts

Miku rested her head on his shoulder, a finger tracing lines from his stomach up to his bare chest. The warm orange afterglow tinted the exposed skin of their unclad bodies underneath the sheets. Her eyes stared at the sun setting behind the distant foliage seen from the large window of the room. She couldn't help but imagine that the faint sunlight filtered by the lush leaves were stars brought nearer from the night sky.

A smile crossed her lips, remembering that she would always sneak out of their house to meet him and lay by his side, gazing the stars and exchanging vows. It was forbidden, they said. Their love was objected by the people around them, even before it existed. The standards of the society built a tall wall that separated them, that albeit their paths would cross everyday, they knew how wide was the distance between them. At the end of the day, she could only ask why the world was so cruel to them.

It was just the two of them in the middle of wilderness of this forest, where they built a shack of their own. The isolated shack served as a dwelling for Miku and her beloved, a place where they could express the feelings they couldn't let others see, hear and know. She wouldn't think of anything and anyone aside from what was laid in front of her right now - it was him and just him.

Miku rolled over, pressing herself closer to him as though she didn't want to leave his side ever, and rested her chin on his chest. She could feel his slow breathing and his heartbeat, these were the music to her ears. She peered closely to his face, serene and angelic. Those long lashes kissing his cheeks, his perfect nose and his rosy lips - he had all the features of the boy she had seen in her dreams ever since a child. Why couldn't she be his, and he - hers? They were puzzle pieces that were to be placed next to each other. Could they not understand that if they take one of them away from each other, it would be over? Their lives? Or most importantly, the reason to live?

She loved him, she still does, and it was eternal. How many lives have they spent just to find each other again, to taste kisses and hold hands? How many lifetimes had been robbed from them when they never met or heard each other's voices? Her dreams, it revealed all her pains and tears for all those lives they had in the book of life. She told him about her dreams, and he believed they were all true. He had been seeing the same pictures in his mind long ago.

He stirred up and wrapped an arm on her waist, pulling her down once more to lay back on his shoulder. She was told many times or so, that he liked feeling her weight against him, as it was a reminder that she was there and not leaving. She giggled softly, finding his face funny as it scrunched when she refused to oblige his soft tug. This time he groaned and snapped his head to hear direction, eyes closed.

"What's the matter? Aren't you tired?" he asked, almost whispering. The sun was almost disappearing now, she could feel the cold air grazing on their bare skins.

She smiled, leaning forward to give a chaste kiss on his nose. He smiled back, albeit weakly. "Are you tired, Len?"

"Of course," he laughed quietly. "I did my best to satisfy you. I just hope you are, I wonder?"

Miku tucked a lock of his blond hair behind his ear and whispered a yes. Whenever they would be spend time together, be it intimate or not, she was always glad if not all of the times.

"I can't understand why you aren't tired," he stifled a yawn, opening his eyes. He owned a pair of eyes with the comeliest shade of blue she had seen. Back in her dreams, she could recall how she expressed her fascination with the depths of those orbs. They always seemed so intellectual and warm in spite of the color.

"Then I guess you failed to please me," she was obviously teasing him, hinted in the tone of her voice. How could she even deny that she was pleasured? It was Len, after all. The love of her life.

His eyes widened at what she said, there was something awfully familiar about the words she had spoken. They looked at each other in the eyes and stilled for a moment - she was smiling, and he was trying to remember.

The darkness was slowly swallowing everything. The cicadas started serenading the forest with their huge cohort, synchronized. Miku shuddered and nestled closely to Len. It seemed like none of them would rise and dress first, perhaps they could find a remedy how to warm themselves in this cold evening.

"I think you've said that before," he rested his chin atop her head.

"What did I say?"

"That I failed to please you. You've said the same thing in one of my dreams as a little boy," Len was quiet for a good half minute again. "I think I was your servant, but not the servant I was to you in this time. I was much closer and there was no barrier set by the people. But I still can't have you. I can't remember why."

"Then do not recall it anymore," she answered. "Whatever happened back then, I knew I loved you as much I do right this moment."

He nodded silently.

"We run away from a town that tried telling us what's right," her hold on his shoulder tightened. She could hear her friends' voices, telling that the son of the Kagamine family was such looker, it was just a shame that their family had ill-gotten wealth. "It was our families problems. Not ours. Not totally ours in some way."

"We do not possess any wealth anymore. We are working for families such as yours. It is atonement, I guess?" Len sounded so pained with what he said. He who disliked lonely talks, was obviously upset about how their fates kept on twisting in unwanted knots.

"Forget it and let's live this life," she dismissed. None of her dreams showed that she had once eloped with him, that they had tried defying what their society was dictating them to do. All of those memories, vague and brief, were filled with sadness and extreme longing to her other half. "You hate sad stories, don't you?"

He nodded.

"I'll tell you a story, Len. Once upon a time, there are only two of us against the world. A few months from now, there will be three of us so get ready to find our...no, we won't have ending. I hate endings,"

Len rose from the bed and rushed to light the candle on the small table beside him. "What did you say? Three of us? You mean...?"

"Yes."

The blond pulled her up and squeezed her in his arms.