𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 knowing each other since childhood, [Name] and Kinich never had the best relationship with one another. Always butting heads or ignoring whenever they saw each other. Though, their relationship might change after a certain traveler w...
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"Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold." -Zelda Fitzgerald
▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ɢᴏ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ.
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The sun rose high in the sky over Natlan, and by this time, it would typically have scorched your skin. Fortunately, the thick foliage of the lush trees shielded you from its harsh rays.
It had only been a few days since you left the group behind, just a few days since you uttered that lousy excuse. And now, you found yourself standing before a cold, unfeeling grave. The basket you held brimmed with the fruits your beloved Yamkasaur had adored oh so much.
The wind howled through the empty forest near your home, it felt as though it was mocking you, cutting against your skin, but that pain was nothing compared to the hollow ache that had settled inside your heart. Staring mindlessly at the words carved into the stone, tracing them over and over in your mind. The weight of finality was unbearable.
You hadn't even noticed the tears welling up, blurring your vision—until they began to fall, unbidden, against your cheeks.
However, your reverie was broken as you heard a rustle echoing throughout the desolate, and lushed forest. Instinctively, after living quite far from the Scion of the Canopy away from everyone—away from him. Your reflexes brought you to your fight mode. Immediately positioning your stance, ready to protect the stone no matter the cost.
But to your relief or dismay, the only thing that came out of the shadows was-
"Kinich?!" You stammered out loud, utterly alarmed to see him here. The two of you locked eyes as the cold nipped your body, gnawing at your skin. A sudden shiver forced you to break your gaze, looking away in frustration. It wasn't just the wind that irritated you—it was the fact that Kinich was here, of all places.
After feeling the awkward, charged tension between you two, Kinich cleared his throat. Even as the years went by, the seasons changing, and the countless encounters filled with the same atmosphere, he still felt as if he wasn't quite used to it. His eyes bore into your figure while you still looked away from him. It felt so... disconcerting.
And he hated the feeling of it.
But this was the price he had to pay. This was the cost of his actions all those years ago. And he better than anyone else understood that.
On the other hand, you focused your attention on the neatly kept gravestone. You sorrowfully sighed as you got on one knee to dust off some of the dirt that leeched itself onto the stone. Trying to pick up the basket that you dropped, you patted the ground near the gravestone to find it and pay respects to your fallen best friend. But nothing.
