Her favorite memory wasn’t really one moment. It was a collage of moments. All strung together. Of him. Smiling. And when he smiled at her, when they were together… she knew. She knew he was her home. That’s why, when he said good bye, it hurt. It hurt so much. Sometimes, life, it seemed, was anything, but fair.
A lie. That’s what had gotten her here tonight. She had been told he wouldn’t be here. But… here he was. And here she was. And she should have known better. They were both trying to move on. And despite knowing this, they had been intentionally left alone by meddlers. Left alone to dance. To slow dance.
“Is it not just so pretty?” He wasn’t sure why those words of hers echoed in his mind as the cold rushed into him like an injection straight into his veins. Gotta keep going though. She was right there… if only ‘there’ wasn’t so much farther away then he meant for it to be.
While he had said it had been fine, a feeling of guilt still lingered inside her as Robin threw away the remnants of the broken vase. Normally, Starfire had a green thumb. Normally, she was good with flowers. But this… foreign, floral art that she was attempting to do, maybe she had bitten off more than she could chew.
“Even if every piece of you disappeared and if it scattered everywhere; No, I won’t waver, I’ll start back at one and look for you all over again.” Six years later and the searches continue. One search, never acknowledged, and one that started with completing a puzzle eight years ago. But… can Yugi and Seto really defy destiny? Or will lives and hearts forever be shattered?
She loved him. He was all that she had wanted. He made her happy. But he was keeping his distance, keeping secrets, staying away… and she couldn’t understand why, till that night.
Sometimes it’s just about guessing what the kiss will be like. Sometimes it’s about the experience. Sometimes it’s about distancing himself from them. Because an angel… an angel may just be the one thing he’ll never find.
He tried to celebrate, and he did, for as long as he could. But in grief, he had to leave. They could rejoice, after all, the thief and his master had been defeated, but he couldn’t. After loosing her… loosing Kisara… His heart was bleeding.