A strange, familiar feeling washes over her as she makes her way down the streets of Sector Six. She's been gone for nearly an entire year, yet her home is still here, still waiting for her. It's not just for her, though, and she knows that. She knows it's a home built for two, meant for two, and being back in Hive City only makes her memories more vivid-- as vivid as his eyes, as his smile.
The princess slips a hand into the a pocket of her coat and grips tightly onto the key, appropriately engraved with a scripted Y. She never got to give it to him. Their efforts, the challenge, makes her feel hollow and fruitless. They'd gone through so much together-- both blissful and tragic. They deserved their chance at real, true happiness, and it never came. They'd been pulled apart for whatever reason.
She stops on a street corner, pressing her free hand against her abdomen. Her eyes flutter closed and she can't bare to be here knowing their relationship was doomed from the start. She refuses to believe such a thing. What they had, what she felt; it was all so incredibly real. It's still real. She'd go to the ends of the earth to prove it; but she knows there's little she can do if he's not here.
If he's not here, she'd press onward and treasure the time they did have that wasn't shrouded in anguish due to the scientists. She'd wait for him, she'd save herself for him, and never lose that faith, that feeling, that they are meant for one another. If he is here, she wonders how he'd ever forgive her, if he even remembers her the way she remembers him. The thought of his rejection is devastating-- more so than being without him for an entire year. She can't even fathom what she would do, how she would go on.
People brush by her hurriedly and the sensations knock her from her train of thought. She's far enough from her neighborhood now that the streets are far busier, bordering on the ever so hectic fifth sector. She's not even sure what the point of her walk in the January air was when she left her house. Perhaps it was to escape that emptiness; which seems to only follow her.
Looking up from the pavement, she comes to a halt as the 'WALK' sign on a traffic light begins to flash red, alerting pedestrians to stop. A sigh escapes her as her eyes scan the intersection, that same breath catching in her throat as her gaze falls upon an all too familiar young man.
"Impossible," she whispers, heart fluttering before beginning to erratically pound in her chest as she mentally confirms that who she's looking at is--
Recklessly, she tears by the crowds, pushing and shoving her way across a crowded street, into oncoming traffic like an utter fool. She tries yelling his name, but it fails to come out of her mouth. If it does, it's masked by the symphony of car horns and brakes as she swiftly manages a few near-misses. Adrenaline is all she's running on at this point as losing sight of him would result in her trying to find a hair in a haystack, or something like that.
It's not until she's on his side of the street that she manages to hear herself crying out his name, the tears uncontrollably now streaming down her face as she tries to catch her breath.
"Yosuke--! Yosuke! Please tell me this is not a dream!"
