This is my first one-shot as well as my first Dark Oracle fanfic. Please be kind and give me some comments/critiques on this story. I hope there's gonna be more Dark Oracle fanfics in the future! Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Dark Oracle or any of the characters/casts. Damn, I wish Omen is mine!


I'm Always Here For You

Cally Stone sat on the school bench of the gravel field after school, as she stared into nothing. Her face became almost expressionless ever since Omen was gone. She hated herself, but also hated him as well. The cold wind started to dance around the field, sending chills down to Cally's pale, flawless skin. She didn't mind the chills. Her mind was only focusing on him. Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Hey, aren't you cold?" Cally turned and realized it was her red-headed friend, Dizzy.

"Yeah, a little..." She answered, staring at the field again, "But the wind will pass soon."

Dizzy took a seat next to her and asked, "Why didn't you eat lunch with us today?"

"Just wanted to chill..." She replied dully.

"Still thinking about him, huh?"Glancing at her as he uttered the question.

She looked at him, slightly confused.

"Omen. You're still thinking about Omen?" He clarified, with a hint of uneasiness. God, he hated the name.

"No." She lied, after an awkward silence.

Dizzy apprehended that she just lied and was in denial. Why was she doing this to herself? She was tormenting herself because of Omen. He hated to see her like this. Omen was the one who brought Lance and her all the troubles to begin with, and now he was gone. He was gone for good this time. He was gone forever. Why couldn't she just wake up?

"Cally," He whispered gently, "he is gone."

Her mind jolted.

"You have to forget about him and move on." He said, almost pleading.

"No...no, no!" She began to shake her head, startling him. "I can't, I can't!"

"Yes, you can..." He told her as he placed both of his hands on her shoulders.

"No...you don't understand!" She looked up to his face, tears slid down her cheeks.

"What don't I understand?" He asked, confused and hurt to see her like this.

She turned away, avoiding his glaze.

"...What don't I undertand?" He repeated the question. "Cally, please...what don't I understand?"

Her glaze shifted to the ground and leveled to beyond the field again. "Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurt?"

"I have..." His voice was so quiet that he was sure Cally couldn't hear him.

"I love him..." She claimed.

His eyes darted at her.

"But I figured out too late..." She cried harder, "I figured out right after he disappeared before my eyes, right after he risked his own life to save mine!"

Dizzy put his arm around her and let her to cry on his shoulder. He felt a stab in his heart.

"I hate myself..." She whispered.

"Don't...please..." He pleaded. He realized that he would hate himself for what he was about to say, "...Because I'm sure he wouldn't want you to hate yourself...and I'm ----"

He hestitated, leaving her to stare at him puzzled.

"I'm...I'm sure he...got the message..." He finally forced himself to finish. "He... he knows you love him."

"Really?" She asked. Her voice to the red-head, was like the melody of an angel.

"Yeah...really." He assured her with a smile.

For awhile, both of them said nothing but stared at the trees that formed the fence around the field.

"Dizzy..." Cally said, as she wiped the tears off her face.

"Yeah?" He responded.

"Thanks." She smiled. His heart leaped a beat when she smiled. He loved her smiles.

"No problem. Cally, just remember I'm always here for you." He smiled back, "So, want to go home now?"

"Yeah." She nodded.

They both got up from the bench and strolled down the great gravel field.


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