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Bittersweet Memories (Book Idea One. Number 1

So each book idea will have a different symbol. After several are posted I will take a poll to see what you all want to be published. Because there will be so many and you might not remember the names of them all, pay attention to the symbols so I know which one you are choosing. It's important you give your input so there are no ties. Hope you enjoy!

Meliodas couldn't stop thinking about her no matter how hard he tried.

No one knew about her other than the demon and... well... him. He put on a good face and a bright smile, but the pain was getting worse and worse.

He felt like half of him was gone now that she was. And he supposed that a part of him had died when she did. It tore at him every day, and he was looking for something, anything, to make this horrible pain fade.

He drank with Ban, sure, but he couldn't get drunk due to years of doing nothing else but devouring the harsh liquid. He had also debated suicide many times, but always decided against it.

After all, it wouldn't end his pain, only shift it to someone else. And that... wasn't something he would wish on his worst enemy. Not even the one who had caused the incident in the first place..

Startled from his thoughts, he looked up to see a concerned Elizabeth frowning at him.

"What's wrong Elizabeth? You have a weird look on your face."

"Probably because you're constantly groping her! I would look at you like that too if it were me!"

"I would never touch you like that ya swine."

Meliodas proceeded to ignore the pig's ranting and went back to focusing on the task at hand.

"So really, what's up?"

She shook her head with a small blush, an adorable action in the blond's opinion.

"I-It's silly..."

"Oh? Try me."

"W-Well.. y-you just seemed upset Sir Meliodas. You have been more distant lately and I was wondering if you were okay.."

He blinked in surprise before her blush grew and she began to frantically wave her arms around as she tried to get out an answer.

"I-I know it's n-not my place to worry about such things and I r-really didn't mean to be so n-nosy! P-Please just forget I said anything.. It was clearly all in my head since you are acting just fine.. I-I'm sorry.

He gave her his typical smile and "comforted" her by grabbing her chest.

"Aw it's alright Elizabeth! You can worry about me any time you want."

"PERVERT!!!"

He allowed himself to get flung across the room by the angry pig, counting on the reaction to get him out of the situation.

Don't get him wrong, he did care a lot for her, both beautiful inside and out in his opinion. It was just that whenever someone got too close to asking something he didn't want to answer or that brought up bad memories unintentionally, he would distract them by Hawke's overdramatic behavior.

And he got to touch her boobs.. which was a plus.

He smiled at the thought as he watched Elizabeth lightly scold Hawke for hurting him. It hadn't even laid a scratch on the boy, but the consideration from her was still nice to him.

Standing up to get out of the rubble that was the former wall of the tavern, he headed outside to go get some fresh air.

It amazed him how well Elizabeth had read him. He had a lot of practice hiding his emotions, and it wasn't common someone could read them so spot on like that.

It was something that he admired about her, but it also worried him. Especially because of who she was... he couldn't let her find out.

He cleared his head, not wanting to relive it again, and began heading to town to get the supplies. He only had maybe an hour to set up and he didn't want to be late.

Especially when it was such an important occasion..
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Ban stretched a bit before heading downstairs. He was massively hungover so it didn't surprise him to see that he had slept until noon.

Oh well.. they could deal with captian's cooking for one morning. Maybe...

Shoving his hands in his pockets for no reason other than sheer habit, he let out a big yawn and headed to the kitchen to make lunch.

He didn't even bother to put away the leftovers from that morning.. they should have been burned to ash. Although their insides weren't too far from that.. Somehow the blond always managed to cook the outside perfectly, and char the inside. It was a talent.

Suddenly he frowned, speaking of the captian, where was he? He couldn't see him anywhere and the only commotion going on was Master crying about how Elizabeth was so ungrateful for all of his hard work, which wasn't unusual. He did stuff like that a lot.

Deciding to check around, he felt his frown deepen when he got the same response every time.

"I don't know, he was here a few minutes ago. Maybe he just went on a walk?"

Something just didn't feel right to him about that. The captian was the one who made the rule that if you wanted to head out tell someone first, and he wasn't the kind to break his own rules without good reason.

Everyone had just brushed it off, but he couldn't shake this feeling and he wasn't about to try to. Meliodas was his best friend, he knew him better than most of them and he wasn't about to ignore that weird feeling in his gut because everyone else was.

Walking out, he began wandering around the woods. He knew that if what they had said was true, and Meliodas was simply going for a walk, then he wouldn't go far.

After ten minutes and no evidence of another person coming through here, he was about to give up and head back.

Key word, about to..

It was faint at first, so much to the point of where he thought he had made it up, but it slowly began to get louder.

Walking towards the foreign noise, he was shocked by what he found when he got to the source.

The blond he had been looking for for ten minutes, was sitting at a rock with a small cake that had six little candles sticking out of it. The oddest part, was what was causing the noise.

He was singing happy birthday.

"Happy birthday to you.. Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday dear...........

Happy-

Happy birthday t-to you..."

He had barely finished the song before he started crying.

The captain of the sins, the happy, funny, optimistic, (annoyingly so to some people,) cheery captian, was on his knees, singing happy birthday to a rock, and crying.

Ban was frozen in place at the sight. In the decade he had known him, he had not once see him cry. And it was even stranger knowing it was because of some rock.

He knew that he had to get more answers, but for now, he would just let Meliodas be. He didn't know what was going on, but clearly it had been tearing up his friend for a while. And if the candles were anything to go by, it was a lot longer than he had known about it.

Let me know what you think and remember the symbol if you would like this to be the next book. I might publish another one tonight.

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