The Boy She Met In London

Chapter XXV

3rd Person POV:

[ GARDEN ]

The man just kept quiet to this, only his footsteps could be heard, the chirping of birds and rustling leaves filled the deafening silence. It took them a few minutes of turning from one corner to another, hitting dead ends and retracting their steps until they came across an opening as the tall hedges transitioned into small ones.

The said garden wasn't as big as the one from the entrance, just a medium sized one with a lone tree situated at the centre. The tree had its branches and leaves extending out, providing shade for the sun and a great spot to hang out on. This reminds them of that tree in the park back then in London where they always used to meet before heading out on their adventures.

The man with his back facing the tree, gently bends down, letting the woman get off of him and step foot into the grass. He then sat by the tree, the woman did the same and sat beside him. Peaceful silence overcame them, the natural sound around them made them at ease, or at least they are, from the man's point of view.

The woman on the other hand, was feeling a bit on edge as to what the man said earlier so she decided to question him further, which is a big mistake.

"What do you mean by 'I've never seen you this worried before'? Have we met?" She plays the innocent card, hoping that the man was just mistaken.

"Oh come on, (Y/n). Do you think I'd forget you after so many years?"

The woman was too stunned to speak.

He called her by her name and he says he still remembered her? This must be a dream, the woman pinched her arm; it wasn't a dream. The (h/c) haired woman started to panic, all this time he was just playing along with her act? Embarrassing.

"I see, you've underestimated me yet again." The man bitterly laughs.

"N-no I… I just didn't expect that you'd remember me, it has been a hundred years after all." The woman truthfully answers, which he could clearly see.

The woman's familiar colour, the fiery warm colour she has on before, overtook the calm cyan colour she had. Memories of their past friendship flooding the both of them, making the both a bit emotional.

"I know I lost your trust back then, and you lost mine too… but I greatly longed to see you again." The man choked, a lump in his throat forming as he pulled out a piece of yellowed paper from his wallet, showing it to the woman.

It was a hand drawn portrait of them, sitting in a worn out couch conversing, a smile etched in their faces.

"Remember that time we visited those teenagers who captured me? I hope you do." The man pauses, catching his breath as to not let tears escape his eyes.

"It turns out that one of them drew us. The detail wasn't much but it was something. It helped me through my darkest days, and encouraged me to live for a couple more years." He confessed, heaving slightly as the man was an emotional wreck at that moment

The woman's disguise fell just like the walls she built, promising that it would be sturdy and indestructible. But there she was, embracing the silver haired man with all the strength left in her, bawling her eyes out, snivelling pathetically.

"Y-You should've gone to hell when you died! Why didn't you go there? I was waiting there for centuries." The demon pulled away from the embrace, and held the man's face.

Indeed, the demon may seem workaholic and goal oriented for the top spot, but she would secretly head to the library, checking the soul records to see if his name was written there. It took her a lot of energy to scan through all the people with the name Jack, and what made it even more difficult is that she never knew his full name.