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How Do You Heal a Wound? by Oyuki A lone figure stood in front of the large house. He stood there, just watching the house as if it would talk to him and tell him a big secret. He was trying to decide whether to go into the house by knocking or sneaking inside. Or better yet, he was just trying to decide whether to go into the house at all. But, somehow, he knew that this was the least of his concerns. The problem was how he would deal with the person inside that house? How would he deal with seeing her again after all these years? Would she want to see him? Would she take him back? What if... what if she had found someone else? All these questions ran through Zechs' head. All at once, and he didn't have an answer for any of them. The more he waited, the more his determination to actually enter the house slipped. Just coming to the neighborhood after all this time had taken all the courage he had at the moment. How would Lu react? He never meant to hurt her, he loved her. Even though he'd never said the words, he loved her. He still loved her, more than he did back then, and to this day, he could not explain why he'd left. He really had no idea what had possessed him to run off. He was an idiot that didn't know what he had until it was lost, that's why! That was the only reason he could give himself. With that little thought, he mentally slapped himself and brought himself back to reality. With a sigh he walked to the door and took out a key, half hoping, half praying that she hadn't changed the locks. He didn't know why, but if she had he'd know that she'd gotten over him. To his surprise the key unlocked the door. He released the sigh he'd been holding and slowly pushed the door open. The house was dark, and he could feel a draft coming in from somewhere. Milliardo took a moment to take in the sight of the house... their house. In the darkened hall, everything seemed to be the same. It seemed like nothing had changed. He swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the nervousness, and walked up the stairs, slowly. His nervousness began to grow with each step he took. The closer he got to their old bedroom, the more he would hesitate. He broke into a cold sweat and took several deep breaths. He finally made it to the door but couldn't bring himself to open the door. He just stood there, exactly the same way he'd stood at the front door. With the last of his determination he reached for the door handle and turned. With a very deep and determined breath, he pushed. There, in the center of the bed lay his angel, bathed in moonlight. Her now-long dark tresses falling across her pillow. She was sleeping on her stomach with her arms stretched out, away from her body. He couldn't help the soft smile that played across his beautiful lips. His eyes warmed and his heart raced. Seven years, seven long years without being this close to her. Close enough to touch. The tips of his fingers started to tingle with that familiar ache. He knew that ache from long ago, his fingers tingled, almost ached, to touch her. He didn't resist the pull, it was natural. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached for her. His strong lean fingers caressed her soft skin. Lucrezia's skin got goose bumps. She shivered a little and her eyes fluttered open. The sight that greeted her eyes was so unbelievable that all she could do was stare. She blinked a few times to clear her sleep-fogged mind, but the image didn't disappear. Her blue eyes widened and she sat up fast. Milliardo couldn't do or say anything. The sight of her was breathtaking. She was even more beautiful than when he'd first met her. They just sat there, looking at each other for a long moment, until he regained his voice. "I'm back Lu," he said quietly, tears making his vision fuzzy. All Lucrezia could do was fall into his waiting arms and weep. The End.... He held her close for a long time. When her tears had finally been spent she looked up into his eyes and said, "I love you." "Please forgive me, Lu! I've been such an idiot, I'm sorry I hurt you. I love you, I'll never leave you again." "I'll forgive you. I will, but you have to promise me that you will never, ever leave me again! You don't know what I've been through these seven years." "Believe me, love, I do!" "But why did you leave? Why if you loved me?' "I honestly don't know. It wasn't you, please understand that. I don't know what it was that compelled me to leave. I think that I was unhappy with myself, I didn't think I could make you happy--" She interrupted him with a kiss to his lips. "Shh... it doesn't matter now. You're with me now, and I can finally go back to being alive." With that last comment he kissed her lips and in it he poured all his love and longing for her. Seven years was a long time. Okay now The End! |
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