Ya-chan: Wow, to my surprise Ery sent a new chapter of her fic! ^ ^ Well, well, wait for the sequel!
Sometimes I wonder Could I Have Known Their true intensions?
THE PROMISE
Written by Ery
"I'm glad you're alive ... I knew you could not be dead," I frowned
sitting on the straw of the little tent of the camp that Jared had put on for him.
"It would have been better if I died ..." I looked
surprise, since Ash formula similar thoughts? Since his face had become so tired and sad?
"Where have you been all this time?" I asked, approaching him and brushing his face with his fingertips, "I was ... I was worried to death ..."
I tried to roll back those stupid tears. I was strong, repeated, but the find Ash had sent to that country all my good intentions.
waited for an answer, any word of explanation, which could take heart, but never arrived. Ash lay down, and turning her back to me, only a faint whisper, "Goodnight" and I do not have the strength - at least not now - to ruin the moment with my stubbornness.
And this I regretted bitterly
... I tried to get out of the tent, when at one point, my attention was drawn to a muffled sound, and instinctively I turned to the curled shape of the guy behind me.
"Ash?"
"I'm fine," he said, dry, his voice breaking while trying in vain to keep it hard and firm, "Go to sleep, it's late"
"No, I do not go! What's wrong? "I said, heading back, kneeling beside him and laying his hand gently on his shoulder. Only at that moment I realized how his body was trembling. It was not due to the cold, no, was due to something else.
"Ash ... what?"
"How was it?" He asked without interrupting time, continuing to remain in that absurd pose, as if trying becoming smaller and smaller to disappear.
"What?" I asked trying to grasp the meaning of his words.
"To see them ... your parents ..."
was as if someone had grabbed and thrown violently against the corner of some furniture. I felt my throat become dry and breathing suddenly vanish, while imagining that I was now buried deep in my heart came back with ferocity to get off in my head.
My father lying on the ground in a pool of blood and my mother, her eyes glassy and staring, which seemed to want to extend to him to reach it while exhaling its last breath.
instinctively shook hands in a fist, covering eyes, trying with all of myself fighting back those memories. I did not want to remember. I wanted to forget that night, forgetting that he had lost all of a sudden, within a few hours, not only my family and my closest friends. I lost my entire life.
"Misty?"
I realized the past only when Ash felt warm hands gently resting on my fist tight, away from my face and holding firmly to his.
"Sorry"
I shook my head looking up and looking for an excuse not to see how that simple question that had opened the chasm which was still trying to get out.
"... everything goes ... well ... "
was absurd for me to even think of lying to a person like Ash, I knew right away that he understood how I felt, because he did not say anything, I just left my hands grabbing her shoulders and pulled him , into something very much like a comforting hug. A hug that I never wanted to be anybody but who now, in that situation, cry out in me.
I clung to him, burying her face on his shoulder, praying to be able to stop living from moment to moment just to stay that way, just to feel that heat wrap to constrict.
Become a single thing with him.
remain so, clinging to each other until dawn, without a word, just us, me and him, and at that moment really made me realize how important it was for me Ash. So much to cancel my life if need be.
Only when I woke up I realized that I had fallen asleep. I had foolishly believed to be mulling been awake all the time, but probably I was dragged into the world of dreams without even realizing it. Not that I actually wanted to see, but the first thing I noticed was opening his eyes to the fact that Ash was not on my side.
I got up, relying on his elbows, still slightly dazed before getting up and out of the tent, looking around. It was then that I saw him.
Ash was there, standing near the river, lit by the morning sun, which can give such different feelings to make you breathless lungs.
"Ash ..." I whispered to him still approaching from behind, clasping his hands around the body due to the morning breeze that pinch, it was so cold.
"Hey ..." he said, turning slightly toward me and showing me a little smile, almost a fact that did not escape my eyes.
As could be blind to certain things and situations, nothing could escape my watchful eye when it came to him.
"What happened?" I asked putting me next to him and watching him.
"... I have to leave," she said simply, turning to look at the river water that flowed slow and quiet, as if she was still half asleep.
"What? But you just ... .. I just found! "Exclaimed shocked by this news, but it was as if Ash ignored my words, he closed his eyes, feeling the sound of water.
"I'm sorry, but I left some things that just outstanding ..."
"What things pending Ash? What are you talking about? Even yesterday ... you're different! "
" Misty did not say nonsense "
"I'm not saying nonsense! What were you doing in the river at the mercy of the waves? What happened? Why treat me with such coldness, because you are ... "
" ... this means that someone intentionally wanted to let you live and then kill you face alone. So I was helpless "
I froze suddenly while Jared's words come to mind, for no apparent reason, and I tried to focus on Ash and why he had suddenly made that decision.
"Misty ... you have no idea what I did ... I do not know who I am actually"
"His body Misty has never been found, there are indications that lead us to him "
" I am ... "
" ENOUGH! "I cried, the more my mind and my memories came back to crowd that the words the boy next to me.
"I DO NOT WANT TO KNOW! I do not care! ASH AND FOR ME YOU ARE JUST "I \u200b\u200bshouted with the voice of despair, as I knew only that exact moment that he grabbed Ash's arm, shaking like a leaf, looking stricken with guilt.
Maybe inside of me I already knew the truth, but trying to push it with all of myself away, because it was a truth that does not belong to me.
What not had to belong.
I walked away from him soon, but as soon as I did, Ash grabbed me by the shoulders, preventing me from leaving, to escape.
"No. .. you hear me!"
"I will not!"
"But you must! It 'important! "
" What the hell are you doing you guys early in the morning? "Said a voice behind us pissed and stupid as it seemed to me, see the figure of Geremy comforted me.
My escape.
"None of your business," said Ash losing weight on my shoulders, giving me the opportunity to break free and go from Geremy.
"Nothing, silly. Jared has already prepared the breakfast? I'm hungry "I lied when I left with Geremy and leaving Ash - I am sure - looking at me as I walked away.
I was not yet ready for such a thing. Getting to know the truth that I had buried inside me hurt. Perhaps some would have preferred to remain ignorant for life.
would be the best solution ...
*
That night I decided to go to bed early, tired and exhausted for a day that I had taken in the morning forces, both physical and mental training with Jared had been exhausting and I just stiracchiai, raising his eyes to escape the sky, marveling how it was darkened, ready to blow off steam with a storm out of the ordinary.
sighed, entering the tent and stopped short.
Ash was there, in front of me, looking serious.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I've been waiting for. We need to talk "about-face
I made out of the tent without even waiting to begin the speech, but the footsteps behind me made me realize that this time would not be able to escape.
"Stop!" I ordered, taking me by the wrist and forcing me to turn around towards him.
"Shut up! I do not want to hear your ... "
" I am the son of that man, "cried overhanging my words and leaving a dumbfounded stare, while the noise of thunder prevented the boy in front of me to feel my heart shatter.
"... remember that night? When there was ... "swallowed" ... the massacre. He who first extracted the sword ... "
" ... it was your father, "I whispered myself finishing his words, while the images of that night came back to crowd my head.
This time there I noticed, or maybe yes, but I was definitely more focused on my parents to know who had made the carnage. But at that moment, returning with his mind that night I saw actually been aware of being terrified of the tall, fair draws his sword, mortally wounded my father.
".. I'm sorry ... I did not know that ... he had decided to destroy your family"
"You have betrayed me!" I cried furiously, coming back to me and yanked away from him as the rain began to get angry "I have ... Have you checked! You waited the right moment to strike ... You've hit you from behind! "
" Not so! Maybe before they were ... I had to look at the situation ... but with the passing of time ... I have fond ... because otherwise ... "
BALLE" I shouted again, and I cursed myself against thinking that the sword to be able to strike and avenge the pain experienced in all that time he was in his custody in the tent.
"I'm really in love with you Misty!" He shouted back incredulos displacing and leaving, as he desperately pulled me to himself, embraced in a grip that left me a chance to reply.
"... if only I could ..."
"... why? Why choose my parents? "Asked the verge of tears, sending to that country which had fought for everything.
become strong.
"I do not know ..." she whispered.
"Yes, but ..." He put
on my forehead, and only at that moment I realized the pain he was feeling. Perhaps he, like me had to endure and suffer situations that did not merely require him to harden his heart.
Just like me.
He put his hand on my face, then gently brushing your lips on mine in a chaste kiss and full of respect.
"It would have been better if I had never met"
I looked at him, unable to respond to those words. I simply set Ash without a word, as he looked at me in the rain, smiling bitterly, putting that caress and turning, moving away again from me.
No.
I wanted to shout it, tell him not to leave, do not leave me alone again, but it was as if my whole body had decided of their own free will to let it go.
because I knew that next time I'd met them there were smiles, hugs it, kisses it. Or anything else that could assume any feeling of affection.
and remained so. In the rain, looking at the figure of the person I loved away more and more.
Both of my world ...
... from my heart.
CONTINUE ...
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