Hey! I'm back with my second fic. This one is longer than the other one so be patient cause the fluff starts in the MIDDLE of the story instead of the usually beginning.

Disclaimer: I dont own Winx Club and/or the song inserted inside.

The usually calm and quiet realm of Magix buzzed with activity and excitement. Citizen everywhere were talking none stop about the fun that was to happen soon. This event was the first of its kind for it requires the energy from the three powerful school; Alfea, Red Fountain, and Cloud Tower. Since the downfall of the Trix, the head of the schools agreed instant friendship and bonding was in order.

For you see, there was to be a festival in two months time and as decided, it requires the energy of the three schools. As interesting as that sounds, the idea doesn’t seem too appealing to the students after the amount of damage control that had to be done after the not so pleasant battle a month ago.

After much loud groaning, moaning and squeaks, the teacher finally managed to grind the students into working their butt off. It’s amazing what the power of grades and parent teacher meetings can do.

“Remind me again why I’m doing this.” Musa grumbled as she wiped paint off her face. It seems that the Winx had been assigned to painting the stage of all things and painting is not Musa’s cup of tea, to put it lightly.

“Well, like Miss Faragonda said and I quote, ‘should any of you complain and or refuse to do your assigned duties, you may as well kiss your grade goodbye and say hello to summer school. That goes the same to the other schools’ is that enough, Musa?” Flora explained for the umpteenth time that day. “Stella, stop musing and star painting, will you?”

“I still can not see the significance of this festival. It just does not add up to my system.” Tecna wondered out loud.

“The significance?” Stella stared at Tecna in a disbelieving way. “Simple. You do what they tell you to and you don’t have to spend your entire summer drowning in books and homework.”

“Aw, come on guys. At least we’re not stuck banging things together like the boys.” Said Bloom in a pathetic attempt to lift the mood.

“At least you guys aren’t stuck practicing the performance with Riven. The one and only lord of the damned.” Musa grumbled as she recalled the nasty incident not to far back in the past.

“So have you guys decided on a song yet?” asked Flora.

“I guess you could say that..”

Flashback..

They were currently engaged in a fairly ‘decent’ discussion of why Riven simply refuse to play Celine Deon’s ‘My Heart Will Go On’, even if Musa could practically sing it in her sleep and Riven had memorized it courtesy of Timmy’s secret love of watching sappy romance movie.

“It would be so pretty, though. And like I said, I can sing it my sleep.” Musa said looking almost pleadingly at Riven.

“And like I said, I can barely contain myself from throwing up whenever I hear that song. Let alone playing it!”

“Come on Riven! It wouldn’t be too bad. Just play and pretend you’re playing something else!”

“No.” he said firmly, as his hands played absently with the piano keys. “Absolutely not.”

“Riven,” her voice, as Riven so intelligently noticed, had turned acidic with the rate of pH 1. “If you don’t agree with at least one of my decision, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

It was complete and utter absurdity, of course. The possibility of Musa killing Riven with her fairy powers were as high as Stella wearing last season’s outfit. Even if she managed to knock him out and chuck him out the music room window, he was sure he could counter any attack she threw at him.

“Even if it means knocking you out with a guitar.”

That did it. If Musa was willing to use an innocent musical instrument, Riven was in deep—uh.. poo.

“Well, we have to do something.” He pointed out. His hands that were playing ridiculous notes were starting to pick out bits and pieces of a song.

“I wanna sing something I already know or easy to learn,” she pouted.

“At the rate we’re going with the preparations? Fat chance.” His fingers were moving rapidly over the keys now. A slow and soothing melody came soaring into the room.

“Maybe we already agreed on a song.” Musa’s face was looking thoughtful as she strained her ears to hear better.

“Excuse me? Am I missing something?” The chorus of the song was startlingly wonderful and calming for Riven’s standard.

“What song are you playing?”

“Huh?” he blinked and his eyes shot down to stare at his fingers that were still moving over the keys as though guided by the mind of its own. “Nothing famous. Just.. a song.” He willed his fingers to stop. Funny. He hadn’t played that song in a while. Why now?

“I like it. Does it have words? The tune is beautiful, so the words should be much more beautiful.” She said thoughtfully.

“Uh.. yeah..” Stupid of him not to suggest this song earlier. It would’ve saved them plenty of time. “It does.”

End Flashback..

The next few weeks filled their time with classes, discussions, decorating, building things (“Damn to whoever suggested this festival!” Riven howled), rehearsals, baking (Stella broke a nail while kneading the dough and she spent the day sulking.), paintings, late night hammering, and some minor tragedies courtesy of Riven, the boys, water guns, and a whole lot of paint.

The ‘War of the water lords’ as they so fondly named the tragedy, was the only highlight of their extremely exhausting weeks. The fairies and specialists didn’t work half as much as the witches though. It seems that they were determined to prove themselves or simply to make amends for what their ex-seniors did.

As the weeks progressed into a month, the students were driven to the edge of insanity where the slightest hint of a bad joke would cause an all out tantrum. Bloom had lost all of her optimistic nature, Flora’s sweet voice had some rusty edge to it, Timmy had done the impossible and abandoned his computer, Brandon fell asleep in Saladin’s lecture twice and Sky was recently seen banging his head on his desk out of frustration.

The students who were involved with the stage and performance were called to gather at Cloud Tower’s massive hall, each one looking glassy-eyed and zombie like. They were simply too tired to even notice the fact that they were currently sitting in the very school that tried to demolish them a few month ago. The one common thing they had in their jumbled little mind is that if they were forced to do another late night, someone was going to snap, and God help the school if they did. Helia had his head in Flora’s lap, groaning in pain. He didn’t give a damn about manners right now because frankly, he’s too tired to care.

Even Riven was cradling his head in his arms, his eyes close in state if REM. All he wanted to do right now was to prop his head on Musa’s shoulders and let her sing him to sleep. Normally, he would give himself a jolly good whack on the head for thinking such a thing, but now the idea sounded far too attractive. He had a nagging headache which starting to shape into a killer migraine and he had no will power left to discipline his over loaded mind.

“If I have to hammer anything till 3am again, I swear I’ll burn down the school!” Sky was, as its safe to say, seriously pissed off.

“Mine or yours?” asked Stella who was pinching the bridge of her nose with one hand and rubbing Brandon’s back with the other. Brandon fell asleep again that day and he could’ve chose a better place to do so. Sleeping in the middle of a construction site is NOT a good idea.

“Burn all of them.” Musa managed to choke out.

The meeting that occurred barely registered in their mind and they grunt and moan in agreement for the sake of shutting the teachers up. Riven was tempted by the idea of feigning insanity and spent happy, blissful days in the mental hospital instead of the chaotic weeks that were in stored for him. He lifted his head a bit and stared at Musa for a moment or two. Her porcelain face, he noted, looked slightly paler than usual and her eyes were cloudy. Her hair was a right mess after the day’s work and her clothes were covered in paint and grease.

Never mind.

Hospital idea doesn’t look tempting anymore.

The reason why Timmy hated carpentering was because of the conversation that follows. You’d think people would have better things to talk about. He can think of a whole lot better subjects than the ones that were currently hot in discussion.

“You think Riven got over Darcy?” asked Helmia.

“Why wouldn’t he? He was under a spell, wasn’t he?” That’s Brandon for you. Asking a question to another question.

“Well it damn high time he got himself a decent girl.” Let it rest, Helmia, thought Timmy.

“You’re JOKING. As if a girl would want Riven.” Oh, that’s rich Sky. Very rich.

“We can set him up..” Oh, sure. Getting cornered by Riven in the training room for meddling in his love life sounds pretty fun.

“Hell no! The last time we tried that he made the girl cry and tried to beat us to a pile of bloody pulp. May I remind you that MUSA BACKED HIM UP?”

Brandon cringed.

“Well.. he can’t live like that forever.. all alone.” Helmia is definitely too nice for his own good.

“He can and he will. Trust me.” Dammit!

“Riven.. how are ya man? Ho..How was practice?” God, if you love me please don’t let him fume… If not, do it for my Tecna…

“Fine. Now what did I say about meddling with my love life? Hmmm?” Please God.. Jesus, Buddha, whoever is up there.. save me!

“Not to meddle with them?” Sky pulled his uniform collar uncomfortably. The rest of the gang had fled in the blink of an eye at the sight of the blood thirsty Riven.

“That’s right. But what’s this I hear about setting me up?” At this point, Timmy was bracing himself for a good beating and possible death, muttering prayers and threats of haunting Helmia till Judgment Day for bringing this up.

The floor of the newly finished stage creaked. “Riven. There you are!” said Musa. She sounded like a princess who spent her entire day looking for her lost puppy and finally spotted him standing on a freshly build stage, ready to kill off his cute puppy friends with a chain saw.

And that’s when Timmy saw it. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Riven did the impossible and Timmy just witnessed it. He can barely feel his jaw sag. There was no way in God’s name Riven lit up.

“What now, Musa?” Timmy’s jaw sagged even lower, widening the ‘o’ shape it made. He DID lit up! Maybe not so much, barely there even! But he did. There was no mistake in telling that Riven’s foul mood lifted just a wee bit. Timmy mentally kicked himself and shook his head. There was no way in hell he was seeing what he thinks he’s seeing. Riven has that look on his face. And Timmy KNOW that look. It’s the look he, Brandon, Sky, and Helmia fashioned whenever their sweethearts were in fifty feet radius of them.

Riven abandoned the cowering Sky and made his way to Musa. Timmy watched as they bent their heads together, apparently in discussion for their duet performance. He hoped- screw it- he better be wrong cause nobody know more than Riven not to fall in love with Musa. And if Riven did fell in love with Musa, he better had braced himself for a harsh fall accompanied by a shattered pride. A harsh, hard, and painful fall.

Sky, despite him being busy covering himself the best he can, had seen what Timmy saw. The ‘look’. Unlike Timmy, Sky actually felt glade for his friend. He had a decent chance with Musa, Sky just know it. Maybe not as good as it was before Darcy, but the chances are still standing. Sky watched as Riven left the stage with Musa.

Sky looked at Timmy.

Timmy looked at Sky.

Sky pulled a face that says ‘it cant be THAT bad, right?’

Timmy returned the look with a ‘he’s doomed, done for, DEAD!’ kinda look.

Sky sighed. Trust Timmy to make things look gruesome. “Don’t give me that look. He deserves it.”

“Sky, even Riven doesn’t deserve to fall from grace like that.” And as a second thought, he add, “I’m gonna text Tecna on this.”

Not far from where the boys were standing, a cell phone beeped followed by a loud and unmistakable squeak.

“Musa.”

Musa looked up from the music not she was holding and look into the face of the boy she used to hate. Well, she technically still hated him to the core, but since they were working together, why not just give the guy a brake? Right? Right.

“What now? I hope you’re not gonna change your mind again. I’ve had just about enough of this nonsense.”

“So have I.” he said, stung by her words. “That’s why I was gonna ask you to get outta here for a few hours.”

“Oh.” Musa watch as Riven stopped in his track and sat on one of the stone bench that graced the Red Fountain grounds. He smiled or rather, smirked and motioned her to join him. She reluctantly followed him.

“So what do you have in mind?” she asked, fiddling with the music sheets. Somehow, she felt a little giddy and nervous whenever she was near Riven. The last few weeks she spent with him really changed her perspective of him. She always knew that he rarely smile, but now.. she knows that when he does, it was the kind of smile that could lit up the whole world if were given a big enough magnifying glass.

“I dunno.. the garden maybe?”

“The garden? Not a good idea. The juniors are dominating that place for the festival.”

“I meant the RF garden.”

“RF has a garden?” she didn’t know THAT fact.

“Of course. We just never use it that much. It’s not a part of the festival, so it’ll be deserted.” He looked down at her. “You in?”

She went through her schedule mentally. “We have to be back by 2pm. The girls are expecting me to help them with the interior decorations.”

“Fine by me.”

Musa expected the garden to be plain and simple judging by the castle’s occupant, but it was far better than that. The garden, she noted as she walked through the vine covered arc stone entrance, was magnificent. It was every bit like one of those olden days garden where flower pots hung from the little posts erected all over the place. The cobble stone pathway was framed by beautiful rose bushes of all colors. The pond was set to be it’s center piece as the middle of it stood a bird bath carved entirely out of marble and a wooden bridge connects it with mainland.

“Kinda nice for a garden groomed entirely by boys, eh?” Riven had seen the awed look on her face and couldn’t resist to tease her.

“Don’t give yourself too much credit. I just thought it’s amazing a bunch of boys could grow even a single blade of grass.”

Ouch. Riven’s mouth twitched. “Well suck it up. We RF men are as capable of growing flowers as you fairies are.”

Musa smiled. She spotted a bench at the far corner of the garden and made a grab for it. She went through her music sheets yet again as she settled herself on the bench. Festival or no festival, she took her part seriously and want nothing less than perfection. But little that she know that in Riven’s eyes, she is perfection.

Riven fiddled carelessly with a white rose, savoring the feel of its soft petals against his fingers. He always favored white roses, not red. Red was too common and it reminded him of blood. He had seen enough blood to last him two lifetimes. White on the other hand, was pure, clean, innocent, untainted. In other words, perfect. Just like the girl sitting on a bench in front of him. He gently plucked the rose, careful not to prick himself by the sharp thorns. Breaking the thorns off the stem as he walked, Riven slid quietly behind Musa.

He held her shoulders and tucked the rose carefully and tenderly behind her ears. His face showed concentration as he delicately covered the positioned rose’s stem with Musa’s hair to keep it in place. He could smell the faint scent of her hair, a mix of cinnamon and vanilla. He restrained himself from pulling out her hair band and running his hand through her free, flowing hair.

Musa hadn’t moved a muscle as he performed his task. He even got the distinct feeling that she was holding her breath. He hoped that she wouldn’t react before the task at hand was complete. He needed to make this as perfect as she was. When he was done, he went around the bench to face her and took a step back.

“Perfect.” He said. He was extra careful to keep his voice light. It was stupid enough that he liked Musa more than necessary, but it would be foolishness at its climax to put another toe over the line that separates friendly affection and romantic desire. By pulling the stunt he just did, he already had put out a whole foot over the said line. Another toe would be far too much.

He was standing on frighteningly fragile and thin ice as he watched Musa reaching out to touch the rose. He personally wouldn’t blame her if she hauled the stone bench at him. He’s just scared that she might turn herself away from him for good. He didn’t exactly apologized for his Darcy episode and having Musa talking and being friends with him was a gift from God.

“Thanks.” Musa could practically hear him sigh in relief. Musa touched the rose yet again as a thought ran through her mind. She had liked Riven before and she never gave up on him. She convinced herself that whatever feeling she might feel after his betrayal could only be friendly affection and caress. But the emotion that went through her when he had his hands in her hair was entirely different. She liked it. A lot. More than she should. She could feel a blush coming on as he smiled one of his rare smiles at her. She debated over the steps she should take. Look away and retreat or look straight up and act like nothing happened? The latter sounded much more dignified.

“I guess we should head back. That is if you still wanna help your friends with the decorating.”

“Yeah. Let’s head back.”

Riven sighed as he slumped in one of the bean bag in his dorm. He didn’t mean to touch her like that. It just happened before he registered anything. It’s a miracle she didn’t hate him yet. Crushing her heart with his bare hands, acting as though nothing happened, being friends without even apologizing and then flirting with her? He must have done something right in his past life that pleased God cause he had truck loads of good luck so far.

His dorm door burst open and Sky came marching in with Timmy, Brandon, and Helia tailing behind him. Riven groaned out loud.

“What do you want!” his voice dripping with ice as he said those words.

“Nothing.” Said Sky as he sat on Riven’s bed. “Just thought we’d drop in and see how’re ya doin’.”

“Well,” he gritted, “I’m fine. Please leave before I kill you guys.”

“We saw you in the garden with Musa while we were on lunch break.” Brandon shrugged his shoulder in a careless way. “So what did you talked about?”

Riven took a deep breath. “Nothing of your concern.”

“Sure it is. You’re our pal, remember? Spill.” Timmy saw that Riven was out numbered, so he didn’t have to worry about getting squished.

“Not. Your. Business.” Riven got up from the bean bag and leaned by the sliding glass door.

“Nonsense. We saw you putting a rose in her hair. Smooth.” Helmia took over the abandoned bean bag and made himself comfy. “What did her hair smelled like?”

Riven did a double take and made a sound that sounded a lot like a choking animal. “WHAT!”

To their credit, Sky, Timmy, Brandon, and Helmia didn’t even flinch. They just stared absently at Riven with an innocent look on their faces.

“Just thought I’d ask. Cause Flora said she made the shampoo Musa’s using and I wanted to know if you think it smelled nice.” Helmia, Riven noticed, had a slight glint of pride in his eyes when he mentioned his darling’s brilliant concoction. “Flora told me she put a dash of cinnamon in it. Was it nice?”

Riven took five or six steadying breath, willing himself not to lose his patience just yet.

“You know, Stella once told me how girls manage to smell nice all day.” Came Brandon’s voice.

“Really? How?” Timmy asked as normal as a person asking about the weather.

“Well, she said that they use lots of product that smells different for a layered scent. But if they want a specific scent to suit them, lets say.. rose they’ll use bath oils or rose scented soap, rose scented lotion, and perfume and stuff.” Brandon explained as normally as a person would while telling his companion his opinion on today’s weather.

Riven, by now had slide from his position at the sliding door to the foot of his bed. He made a heroic attempt of pulling his mind from the images his wretched hormones were feeding him. –Musa in a hot bubble bath, Musa smothering lotions all over her—his eyes crossed at THAT image before pulling his mind from it—Musa putting daps of perfume on her wrists and at her collar bone—Musa smearing a thin layer of gloss over her already rosy lips…

Riven gave up the tough guy act and dropped his head on the bed sheets to avoid from nose bleeding. “I hate you,” his words were muffled and he was trying REALLY had to get rid of the extra footage his mind was giving him. “I really, really hate you.” He had his head under the comforter and desperately trying not to scream.

By the time the boys left Riven’s room, he was banging his head repeatedly on the wall.

While Riven continued banging his head on the wall, the boys made it their business to peek through the door.

“I say we pulled that off nicely, gentlemen,” Brandon congratulated his brothers in crime.

“Too nice,” sulked Sky. “Aw, man… I need a cold shower!”

The rest of the boys stared after Sky as he tore down the hall to the safety of the bath room. And then Helmia cleared his throat. “I think I should be doing the same.” Helmia sprinted down the same route as Sky, leaving a slightly flushed Brandon and Timmy who apparently, finally realized what their conversation had been about.

“HELMIA! WAIT UP!” and they ran towards the bathroom where all four of them suffered two hours of agonizing cold shower, keeping their dirty minds at bay.

The day of the festival finally came and saying that the students were glad would be an understatement. Someone had gone to great length of expressing his happiness and painted a mural that says ‘FREEDOM AT LAST!’ on RF’s wall. Luckily, the mutated wall was set to face the backyard where it could not be seen.

It was comforting to see people enjoying themselves at the festival. It made the hard working students feel warm and fuzzy inside at the fact that their slave drive leveled hard work finally pay off. But that doesn’t mean they forgave Miss Faragonda, Saladin, and Miss Griffin for daring to propose a preposterous idea of a festival.

“Bloom!” Sky greeted his girlfriend with a peck on the cheek. As the boys spread out to get the gang good seats, the girls talked and laughed, waiting for the long awaited performance. Having found the perfect place, the gang sat and chatted animatedly as others begin to fill in the empty seats front, right and center.

“Brandon, I can’t believe you actually pulled it off!” Stella was torn between amusement and pride over the drastic measure her boy friend took for the sake of his teammate.

“Trust me. Neither can I” Brandon shivered while the others cringed at the memory of ice cold water cascading onto them just to keep their over active hormone under control.

“Can we please change the subject?” begged Helmia. Judging by the look Flora was giving him, the boys were more than glad to comply.

“And now,” the announcer’s voice boomed out of the sound system. “Please welcome Musa from Alfea College and Riven from Red Fountain Academy as they will perform a song, ‘Love Just Is’.”

The audience clapped enthusiastically as Musa and Riven walked onto the stage, arms hooked. This performance could well be the ONLY thing the students were looking forward to. None of them had any idea that Riven could play the piano and the fact that he agreed to perform with Musa had raised a respectable amount of eyebrows.

Bloom’s grip on Sky’s hand tighten in anticipation, Timmy took out his video cam, Tecna adjusted the sound system that was under her control for better quality, Stella lifted her head off Brandon’s shoulder for a clearer view, and Helmia stopped sweet talking Flora into forgiving him for not telling her the story of the ‘Cold Shower Massacre’.

Every eye was on Musa and Riven as they bow on stage. Musa was wearing a cream colored dress with laces and ribbons cascading down, giving her a mystic air of grace. Her hair, as expected, were adorned by white roses, craftily positioned to frame her face. Riven was wearing a simple combination of blouse, blazer and trousers. Black, of course.

Riven walked to the piano, leaving Musa in the spotlight, smiling at the audience like a queen smiling down at her people.

Riven stat to play the piano and soft, wistful notes flew across the audience, right into the night. Musa sent a glance at her friends who nodded encouragingly and started to sing.

When the night won’t fall and the sun won’t rise,

And you see the best as you close your eyes,

When you reach the top as you bottom out,

But you understand what its all about.

Musa loved this song the moment Riven played her the full version. She felt that this song held some sort of hidden message for her. It left her pondering, though. How Riven could possibly know a sweet song like this? Maybe there’s more to Riven that meets the eye. More than she could ever understand, or hope to see shine.

Nothing’s ever what it seems,

In your life or in your dreams,

It don’t make sense, what can you do,

So I won’t try making sense of you.

Naturally thought Musa as she sung those words. That stanza was her particular favorite. How true it was. It explains Riven far better than any sentence Musa can make up.

Love just is.. whatever it maybe,

Love just is.. you and me,

Nothing less and nothing more,

I don’t know what I love you for..

Love just is.

Why HIM of all people was put under Darcy’s spell? Why can’t it be some random, anonymous RF boy instead? Would everything turn out differently if Darcy never happened? Would the old feeling still stand? Musa closed her eyes as she felt hot tears forming at it edges. Could’ve ‘we’ happen?

When you ask to stay and then disappear,

It seems you’re gone but you’re really here,

When every move seems out of place,

But every kiss is filled with grace.

Riven’s mind was set on one thing-music. He was a fast learner and he be damned if words got out that he learned to play the piano over night for the sake of having something in common with Musa. He was trying too hard, he knew.

Some things never get defined,

In your heart or in your mind,

It don’t make sense, what can you do,

So I won’t try making sense of you.

But ‘trying too hard’ wasn’t hard enough. He still didn’t get what he set out for. Cause in the end, he’s left alone. Like his past seventeen years of life, he’ll be alone. Sure, there’re still his friends, but is getting the person you love too much to ask? Was he as evil as the Trix claim he was?

Don’t ever ask me for reasons,

I can’t get to you,

Don’t ever ask me for reasons,

Why I live for you.. I just do.

See, that’s why he loved this song so much. Call him a softie, but that’s the truth. Some how, in a twisted way, the song seem to be made for him. To suit him and his feelings. The first song he tried to play after successfully learning the skills of playing the piano was this song. For two years he’s been playing this song every night without fail. He stopped though, when he was under Darcy’s spell. Strange how that witch always slithers back into his memory.

Nothing’s ever what it seems,

In your life or in your dreams,

It don’t make sense what can you do,

So I won’t try making sense of you.

Musa’s brain was racking. She knew what she was doing to Riven was wrong. Pushing him away when he was trying so hard to get close to her, turning him down whenever she felt he wasn’t being punished enough, shutting herself tightly against his constant stare that held so much more than affection.. she was the jerk in this story. She wronged him more than he wronged her.

And she’s going to fix that no matter what.

Love just is.. whatever it maybe,

Love just is.. you and me,

Nothing less and nothing more,

I don’t know what I love you for..

Love just is..

As the audience broke into an applause, Riven stood up, took Musa’s hand who just woken up from her secret world of Nirvana and bowed. The audience were a good one tonight. They got more than what they bargained for and they were satisfied. Girls had tears falling silently down their faces as they cheered and boys had that dazed look on their faces. Every one had felt the strong emotion Riven and Musa put into their song.

Riven looked around him at the shining faces of the audience, and spotting the gang with their girlfriends, he felt a surge wave of affection for those whistling, clapping people. They were his friends weather he liked it or not. It seemed almost foolish of him to hate these people who cared so much for him. They believed in him, they protected him, they loved him. He was wrong. Even if he was in for a fall, he will never be alone ever again. Not with this people breathing down his neck all the time.

His gaze turned to Musa who was waving and with a slight pang, noticed that she had been crying. Out of habit, he though that it was his fault. No surprise considering his attitude. But from further inspection, he saw that there wasn’t any pain in her eyes. Just determination and warmth that was highly contagious. Musa turned to look at Riven. He let out a small gasp. Her eyes had change from determination to love, love that he thought he’d never see in this lifetime. He gladly return that love with a soft, barely there kiss on her lips. In front of the entire student population.

It wasn’t one of those cliché kisses you see in movies or story books. It was a genuine kiss where they put every ounce of their love into it. No tongue, no hands, just two lips, two hearts, one love. In the end, there wasn’t any ending at all. Because it’s all up to them. They make their own ending. And we’ll be there to see it.

Fin..