Author: Miss Eggplant PM
As I wiped the tears from my face, I looked up to the clear, cloudless sky. Millions of bright stars littered the sky, a maze of constellations before me, tender and filled with a bright, burning passion. It was familiar, yes, I realize now: It was a lovely complex.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 4 - Words: 7,498 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 04-25-13 - Published: 01-30-13 - id: 8963450
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Love Complex: Ch00
It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. I keep telling myself this as I run away, my ruby eyes being shielded from the wind, yet, why are these warm droplets running from my face? Teardrops? No. They are raindrops. I am alright, because the sky is mine to hide my feelings behind.
I am alright.
Coming back from a mission, wet from the sudden downpour, I walk to my-our, precious forest, bow in hand. My emerald eyes scanned the flora for signs of you, then I see it. Pink. As I moved closer, I saw it. As the pitter patter of the rain continues, I run away. Crying, I admit it, the only words run through my mind.
How could you?
Studying, I see my best friend run past, her golden-yellow hair drenched. What happened? I brushed my purple hair to the side as I moved closer to the freezing window. Cold. It was raining. I closed the window quickly, I hadn't realized the raindrops coming in from the outside.
Who did that to my lovely elven friend?
I looked up at the sky, my silver hair wet. My clothes were impregnate with water, it was time to go inside. I see a familiar redhead, running through the rain, her arm shielded her eyes. I paid no heed as I protectively held my vest over an old picture of my only real friend.
Her smile was wonderful, yet the picture was coated in blood.
I felt my face grow hot. It was raining, but the canopy of trees shielded us from the rain. I moved some branches over to the side so that the little flowers got enough to drink. To the side of me, a certain pink-haired princess twirled and sniffed the radiant, yet yearning flowers.
She was beautiful, just like a midsummer rose.
I quickly took her hand and brought her into a shelter from the rain. She was soaking wet, I hope she didn't catch a cold. She sneezed, too late. I took my handkerchief and wiped her cerulean hair dry, and I helped clean her droplet-filled glasses. I then proceeded to re-tie my long, indigo hair.
I smiled at her lovingly, although my emotions were fake.
I twirled and danced, completely dry from the rain. The plant life was so wonderful, it smelled so wonderful, like me. The rain was so horrible, it would ruin my pretty pink pigtails. I glanced to the orange-haired elf watering the pink flowers, and blushed a light tinge.
He was what made my heart flutter.
I stared for an awfully long time. I glanced at my beloved pink dancer, sniffing the flowers, and then to my best friend with his orange hair and long ears. I refuse to believe. No, it wasn't true. But I realized, my hopes were crushed. My love adored someone else.
As she kissed his cheek, I ran away in despair.
I saw red blur through the crack of my door. I got my butt off of the bed and took a look-see. The velvet-red carpet was wet. I followed the trail to my granddaughter's room, her door was open a slight creek. As I glanced, I was suddenly engulfed in rage.
The remaining raindrops fell from her eyes as she tried hard to keep them in.
I wasn't done yet. I looked at the handkerchief draped on my head, then at the indigo knight as he dried my glasses. I could barely make out blurs without my bifocals. As I got my glasses back, I stared at my notebook, my notes were drenched, yet I can still make out the title.
What is "love"?
I kicked my pillow to the side of the room. The human world stinks. I can't do anything I want to. I was still staring at my nightstand. A single picture, with me and my 'childhood friend'. I scoffed, why did Alfred didn't get rid of it? That spoiled brat ruined everything. Yet, for some strange reason, I couldn't destroy it.
The last remnant of what humans call "tenderness".
I stared at my sword. It was ranting on and on, I simply ignored. I took out a book and started reading, my eyes slowly started to drift off the page to a group-picture of me and everybody else. Was I there? I was, although I was out of place in the happy picture. As I drifted my eyes back to the page, I come across a word I did not understand. I picked up the human dictionary nearby.
In the 'L' section; what is "love"?
Pitter pat. Pitter pat. Drop, drop, drop. The little sounds of what humans call 'water'. It reminded me of that day. I had snuck out of Elyos and into this same, horrible human world. I brushed my pink-lavender hair out of my face. Slowly, what they call 'sadness' fills up my 'heart'. The one day when I cried my first real tears. I detest you. I detest all.
I despise that man who walked away from my broken heart, the man who made me lose what was important to me.