The Return
Rose had a fair amount of time to think over Aqua’s various possible reactions. She could be happy, surprised, shocked, scared, in disbelief… or angry. But one thing that had not occurred to her was how the memory of her death would effect her dearest friend. For Rose, it was a moment of being sent to peace, being released from a curse that had plagued her for decades without reprieve. If anything, Rose was thankful for Aqua’s actions on that night. Not only had she saved Rose from hurting countless people, but Aqua had fulfilled her duty as a keyblade Master by helping maintain the balance between the Darkness and the Light.
So badly had Rose wanted to wrap her arms around Aqua; to affirm that they were really both there. To make sure it wasn’t some cruel trick of the afterlife, or a hallucination of some strange coma that Rose could be trapped inside. But then, she noticed something…
Aqua’s eyes were tired; the light they once had, had dimmed from loneliness. They were fatigued as was her face- her skin remained taut with a youth retained from the ageless environment of the Realm of Darkness, but inside, her soul felt weary. Aqua was alive and well physically, but inside she was no longer alive. And in that moment, Rose’s heart sank, for she was one of the reasons why Aqua felt this way. Her Empathic abilities needed no use here; Rose’s heart communed with Aqua’s, thus striking a melancholy chord between them. Rose’s emerald eyes grew hot as her overdue tears broke through the joy of reunion.
"I’m so sorry…" she cried, falling to her knees, "I’m so sorry, Aqua. I’ve hurt you so much." Her words were choking sobs now.
Truthfully, Aqua had no idea what would happen next. How could she? When time and grief and a thousand other awful things had weighed down on them? How could she know how her once--and honestly, still--beloved Rose would react? She didn't even know how she was reacting to this. It was all so strange, such a bizarre occurrence that she couldn't quite piece it all together fast enough to figure it all out; what to say, how to move, what emotions she wanted to project because she couldn't quite pinpoint any single emotion that she was feeling.
Rose had always been strong, far too strong in Aqua's mind, someone who had been hardened and hurt over and over until there simply wasn't any other alternative--she had to be the way she was, or the world would have destroyed her by now, eaten her alive. But even the strongest of them needed to cry sometimes, and she couldn't blame the girl.
No, not for this.
"Rose..." Instinct, always instinct, it was what guided her, what made her sense of right and wrong so unwavering, and it guided her now as she knelt down beside Rose and did what she'd been wanting to do since she'd seen Rose standing there, just as she'd seen a thousand times before; she wrapped her arms around the girl and pulled her close. "Don't be sorry. You haven't done anything wrong, we all made mistakes. All of us."
Forgiveness, Aqua had always been good at that, even and especially where she didn't think it was needed. But sometimes, even when they had done no wrong, people needed forgiveness.












