Sir and Lady Oneshots

Walking Away - Kuro..

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(I uploaded this on my other account and it seemed well liked enough and I wanted to share it for another ship. I've changed it around a little more to fit this world a bit more)

His mother had told him that an argument in an relationship would either help the bond grow stronger or break it.

There wasn't an in-between.

You either walked away together as stronger and with better understanding over the other or the bond broke, cracked and kept cracking until it smashed completely.

Sometimes a broken bond could be repaired, fixed but it'd always hold a crack that would never vanish.

His mother told him that every relationship was different, one way or another.

He believed his mother because his mother had loved his father until the end and his father would carry on loving her even after death. Their love wasn't pure but it was strong and true.

He didn't ask for a love as powerful as them, he simply wished to be happy and settled with the partner he finds.

It wasn't much to ask for compared to the desperate love that so many beg and plead for you in their lives.

And he found our his own happiness with them.

He had learnt to settle with them and was more content than he'd ever expected to be.

In truth, he fell in love with them as hard as his father did for his mother.

They weren't like other relationships around them, both of them worked differently and wasn't as expressive. But they cared and cherished each other and privately told each other their feelings.

No public displays was needed because anyone can repeat a word over and over again, turn the honest truth into a lie. A secret confession each night and every morning made it feel more honest, more alive and fuel their bond more.

They never argued.

They disagreed but it never turned into an argument what involved their romantic bond.

Their hearts were pumping and the string connecting them were swaying with each word spoken and given.

His father told him that no matter how harsh or little an argument is, once the anger and pain washes away it'd only leave the feeling of .. missing.

It wasn't longing, it was much more powerful than that.

It was missing the other person.

His father warned that at first it could be brushed to the side and allow foolishly mistakes out of bittiness to happen.

But the longer you keep the feeling the stronger it becomes until you can't live another day without seeing that person again.

The missing was the worse part of an argument.

His father warned him over it more than once.

He told him,

"After an argument. Both of you should leave. No one stays put. Keep the door unlocked or keep a key hidden for the other person but leave the place of the argument. Clear your mind and leave the words spoken behind that closed door. When you first start to miss them, return. Return to the place you call home together and wait for them. It might take hours or it might take days but the missing will bring them home. Because if the bond survived, the missing feeling with bring them back to you. But if the bond broke, they would never be pulled back because they'd never feel the missing"

He was frighten over the advise given to him as a child.

One argument, it decided someone heart.

And, his first argument came with them.

They've dated for years, most assumed they were married by now but neither had braved the question. They were happy, they were settled and they had assumed they were in love.

He left as so did they.

He returned first, he knew how bad his temper could be but they could match it with his own.

They both never got angry at the other before and the argument showed how fairly matched they were.

He felt the missing as his father told him about.

He waited, a pot of their favourite tea on the coffee table.

He wanted to make up, to forgive and be forgiven.

A few hours passed and the door didn't open.

A day passed and they didn't return.

A week came along and they finally gave up trying to get a hold of them with the phone.

His father told him to never force one back.

If the missing didn't return them than the bond was gone for good.

He knew he shouldn't have sent so many texts or had tried calling but he had feared that maybe they found themselves into a terrible accident.

When the month came around, they finally knocked on the door.

It wasn't to make up but to pack.

He bit his lip and let them leave.

His mother warned him over the power of an argument.

His father warned him over the missing.

But neither told him how to face being left behind.

And neither ever told him how to live as the man he was made a copy off.