Our Twisted Fairytale,
a/n: here is for my reviewer,mochicocoa who wanted 57 to be expanded. ^^ I'm sorry if it's too short!~ D:
The night was calm, dark, and moonless. Jasmine hated it when the night was like this. It mocked her, the darkness wrapped around her, teasing her fear of the lightless sky.
"Come on, Jasmine." A voice snapped her out of her reverie, and a smile perched on her lips. A tall, blond, man was next to her, a concerned gaze etched in his eyes. His blue, fathomless eyes…
"Oh, I'm sorry Volkner…" She said softly, her hazel eyes flickering away from the window and towards Volkner. "It's just that…back in Olivine, it's usually not this dark." Volkner gave her a reassuring smile and a peck on the cheek.
"It's all right, you're with me. I'll protect you." He wrapped an arm around the girl, who accepted the comfort. She felt safe with him, another reason that she loved the man.
"Let's go home, all right?" Volkner took the girl's hand and led her away from the beach and towards the Sunyshore Gym, where she lived during her sabbaticals.
That's when it happened.
Jasmine didn't know what she saw or heard first. If it was the clicking of a gun, or if it was the actual gunshot, she would never know.
All she knew was that Volkner was hit.
"Who's out there? Someone help!" Jasmine screamed, dropping down to the sandy beach as Volkner fell back, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. His eyes were beginning to glaze over and Jasmine put her hands on his chest, shaking him.
"Don't close your eyes, Volkner! Someone help! Oh my God, oh my God!" Jasmine's heart was racing, as Volkner gave the girl a soft, sincere, smile. His eyelids began to twitch close and the Olivine native shook her head violently.
"No, no, no! Volkner, don't leave me!" The ambulance siren was shrieking in the night air, as a paramedic began unloading the stretcher.
Jasmine's tears were like diamonds, falling down onto the jacket of the wounded soldier: "Jasmine, don't cry, you're so pretty." The paramedic hefted the blond onto the stretcher, and was rolling him away, as Volkner's hand slowly began leaving Jasmine's.
"How can I…Volkner?" His eyes were closing, and his pulse slowing. Jasmine frantically reached for him, but his hand was out of reach. He was being carried away and a nurse stood by the brunette's side, as she sobbed into her hands.
"VOLKNER!" She shouted, as the tears kept falling, and somewhere around the midst of the chaos, she blacked out.
When Jasmine of Olivine woke up, she found herself in Volkner's bedroom, with Flint looking at her with a grimace. His eyes were bloodshot, and even his afro seemed to be lifeless. The red head took the girl's hand and shook his head.
The brunette blinked. The colors around her were fuzzy. She felt like the world was spinning far too fast…far too fast for her to catch up with it.
"They weren't aiming for him, either. Whoever shot him wanted you gone."
Jasmine felt her throat close off, as she coughed violently, choking on her sobs. The ring on her left finger seemed to slip off as Flint patted her on the back.
He would be there for his late-best friend's would-be fiancé. It was the best…he could do. Flint would help her move on with her life, because if she stayed in the state she was now…
Volkner's sacrifice would've been worth nothing.