Blinded by the Moonlight
Summary: Tell me again my dear, will you be waiting here? Cryptic Songfic.
A/N: Yet another update thanks to the lack of microsoft word, meaning that I can't continue to work on Fall From Grace's Chapter 1 re-write. Question my sanity, I don't care.
Disclaimers and the Like:/
I do not own Maplestory. It's the sole property of Nexon and the rest.
Created with the entertainment purposes.
Contains snippets of the song 'Butterfly Wings' by Owl City.
If I was a raindrop,
You'd be my thunderstorm...
Listening absentmindedly to music, the fine strands lulling her to sleep. He watches contently, casting his warm breath onto her skin.
A chilly winter morning, and she'd already fallen asleep. Just like always.
He planted a soft kiss on her forehead and took off his jacket. Wrapping it around her, he whispered into her ear, "I'll be back." As he pulled away, she grabbed at his arm instinctively, clinging to the only source of warmth. Just like a small child. He smiled, and pulled her arm gently off his.
"Don't go." Her soft voice trailed off, her eyes still closed. Sleeptalking, no doubt. He grinned and decided to stay. Just for her.
So darling don't let me go
The thought is appalling
But should I slip away
Into the stormy sea
Will you remember me?
It's so pretty. Look! It's so preeettty~
Yeah. It's beautiful.
I wonder if I can catch it. C'mon! Let's go catch it!
H-hey! Wait up! Remember we're not supposed to be out here-
Oh, you. You're so serious and stuff. Loosen up, will you? They won't find out. After all, we look like normal teenagers.
But you never know; they have patrols around he-
Like I said, don't be so daft! C'mon, it's getting away!
Remember me... Will you remember me?
No... WATCH OUT!
A mass of shockingly scarlet blood stained the snow.
He was screaming her name, telling himself and his beloved that they would make it together, that they wouldn't fall now. The guard clicked his concerto again.
"Don't worry kid, you'll be gone soon after." A deranged smile. "Close your eyes and try not to yell."
He clenched his eyes shut, yet hot, steaming tears fell down and froze on his cheeks.
The shot never rang out.
Asleep in a warm cocoon
Dreams of lovely things
We're both gonna wake up soon
So we hope that tommorrow brings
Us our butterfly wings
"... A wonderful friend, daughter and asset to our town..."
Tell me again my dear, will you be waiting here?
A/N: Reviews are appreciated, not mandatory.