And as though their words had merely been the cruelest of preludes, she was there.
Snow fell around them, the lamplight on the streets and the colorful strings of what could only be described as fairy lights dancing around them and suddenly she was there. His own memories, his own mind was a hazy mess, pulled here and there and back and forth across a boundary that was not his own making but was his to skirt the rules of and yet when that dance had finally stopped here he was.
Struck dumb by it, he stepped forward slowly, eyes locked on hers. Were they not both…?
“You’re here.” A silly thing to say, but both a statement and a question because for their separation, for their longing and his loss of his precious memories of her, orchestrations of and beyond his control and everything, that feeling of being loved, of loving in turn and only having it hollow out the very center of his being until he could finally place a finger on it, be held by it and hold it.
That feeling that settled into his bones and let him know it was done. It was over and he must move on, and she must move on too and -
Now there was no promise to keep and no revenge despite the baton in his hands when he awoke on that platform there was only her. And there was only him.
SNOWFLAKES FALL, DANCING BENEATH FILTERED lights until the ground so graciously accepts them with welcoming arms. emeralds watch with each passing one, how they paint the atmosphere a monochrome vision, much like how the months have become to her since that fateful day. soft breaths unfurl in front of her, all the while turning her gaze which way, all before her gaze falls into another. not of crimson, but ones of gold, with hair dyed by the darkness of twilight with the hope of dawn barely breaking through tied tresses. someone familiar, like the dusk’s breeze which she felt that final day.
there was no denying this very existence in front of her---
turning, she steps forward only a few feet, drawn forward without any prompting before pausing only once he speaks. ❝ Yes. We... are no longer between that border of life and death, are we? After all, our next farewell was supposed to be... ❞ forever, she keeps herself from saying, knowing that both of them should have parted from such a place, much as he knew. hands hold themselves in front of her, wondering how much he recalls, especially after he had struggled so hard to recall his own promise until the very end. thus, she continues her pace before, little mind to any else around her, before she finds herself completely in front of him. questions swirl in her mind, yet there was something more important to her, even now in such a strange land she knew nothing of.
❝ ... Mar. You still remember, don’t you? Everything that has happened up until now and the promise you kept, even after all you went through. ❞
