Heart of Glass
09-03-2013, 01:04 AM
Blue orbs watched intently as the one who stood before him slowly turned. Time around him seemed to stop as his eyes watched the scene before him. The only sound he could hear was the pounding of his own heart, until..."Squall...?" He swallowed, so it wasn't an illusion...hid mind raced along with his heart. He had been searching for so long and here she was; standing before him clear as the moon. He watched with increasing nervousness as she slowly moved herself. First shaking her head as if this were a dream, then blinking several times to make sure he wasn't an illusion himself. The next words struck him like a chord, "Are you real...?" A lump would begin to form in his throat as her words fell from her tongue. Her words...so soft, like the wind that barely ruffled their fur. If the world around him hadn't been so quiet, he would have almost missed the unreal question that she asked. He stepped forward, each movement making his chest swell along with the catch in his throat. He had been looking for her, and now here she was. Standing in the moonlight, looking as beautiful as ever. He stopped just in front of her, his limbs feeling shaky as if he were standing before a ghost. Had it really been so long since they'd seen each other that she thought he was an illusion? He supposed so...after all, he couldn't believe that she was there, here and now. Slowly, the shock began to ebb away as he began to find his voice. "I am...real Loccian. I am here, like I promised." He whispered to her. He had attempted to speak louder, but his voice just wouldn't respond to his will. The breeze would carry past him, sending in his direction her sweet scent with that of herbs and...something else. Am...am I too late...? Has someone else fulfilled the promise that I made? Have I lost the one that I promised to protect and heal...? Many questions began to race through his mind. And each one brought a wave of sadness over him. His eyes began to water, but he fought back. He didn't want to cry in front of her, and if he was too late...then he would wish her well and go on his way. To where he was not sure, but the heartbreak would be too much for him to handle. He waited for a response of any kind, hoping that she had waited for him...but he suspected that he had taken too long to find her. Did she think that he just said those things? That they were empty promises? He hoped not... Speech Thoughts Others |