𝓐𝓷 𝓗𝓮𝓲𝓻 (KNY x FEM Reader)

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 1 - 𝓐𝓷 𝓗𝓮𝓲𝓻

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He was so close.

His lips brushing softly against her own, his smile broad on his face, his soft eyes staring into her own, and his hands softly wrapped around her.

It was like everything had finally slid into place- the pieces of the puzzle fitting together and setting out an image of what could've been...a long, peaceful and normal life in the valleys of the country.

Just thinking about it felt so...right.

He felt like a soft embrace.

And she wanted to give in...

But, she couldn't.

Slowly, her hands moved to his chest, gently pushing him away until she was out of his embrace.

He looked down at her in question, and as he did, she was finally reminded of why she couldn't take this chance.

The colour red never suited his face..

She shook her head, her hand instinctively moving to wipe the leaking blood from the cut on his cheek until there was nothing left but a cut. She couldn't meet his eyes, lowering her hand back to her side, all until he caught her hand on his own...

He was always so gentle, so kind, so loving...she always loved it when he held her hand.

But, just as she turned to look up and meet his eye, thinking she had made a horrible mistake of trying to reject him, the crimson red on his face blossomed from the wound like a flower in the spring.

And, with that, she knew she couldn't handle it.

Even a drop of blood makes him look like something he wasn't. It made her scared. It made her want to hold him close and make sure nothing touched him ever again, and yet...she knew she couldn't.

Swallowing down her emotions, she took a step back, crouching down to take a hold of her dual nichirin axes to place them in their sheathe on her back.

And, as she did that, something flashed through his eyes. It was as though he finally understood, and the hand that reached from her own slowly fell back to his side, releasing her for the first time when he knew she needed him.

A silent voice in her heart was begging for her to stop- to do anything but run away from this. To live a life with him. To find happiness in the peace he took hold of in her heart and soul...

But, even so, she took another step back.

"I-Im sorry..." she muttered, the soft glint of the golden sunrise reflecting into the barn and touching my skin with its comforting touch. Its midas touch felt as though it was trying to take her hand and hold her like he had always done, and yet...

It would never feel as good as his warmth.

Ichiro flinched, all before he took a breath, looking down and nodding his head. He swallowed down, his fingers beginning to fiddle with their short nails.

He did that when he was nervous.

She didn't want him to feel that...

More than anything, she desired to hold his hand, take him into her arms, hold him, and...love him...

But, instead, she took another step back and began walking out of the barn, and into the fields of corn.

She didnt look back- too afraid to see the hurt in his eyes.