In the bustling city of Berlint resides SSS Agent Anya Forger. Anya's life hasn't been any different since fifteen years ago after Operation Strix. Anya isn't just any normal, citizen of Ostania but is an esper and part of the Secret police.
Ever s...
Damian and I were still in Eden's Garden, by the rose garden. The bitter memories from the past resurfaced as though they were always following us like chemtrails in the skies. Awkward silence engulfed the air as if it wasn't weird enough to be here in the first place. I wondered for the first time in ages, why everything was the way it was.
Why was fate always fated to be like this? Wasn't the idea of life being to do with what you make and make with what you do? Who thought to leave everything up to fate? And yet fate in itself is just an abstract idea, one that remains silent, it won't ever shout what's coming for you, seemingly, it too follows you around, like a tendrils wrapping you into subjugation.
I'd told Damian the truth. That I knew he wasn't the one who'd passed around rumours, that I knew the real culprit was in fact Natalia Ruefiled but now what? Was it supposed to hang over our heads like a noose?
"So it was Natalia after all" murmured Damian, not that his voice betrayed much of how he was feeling at the moment. I nodded without saying much, he didn't really expect me to, my mouth had been shut since I'd shed tears. "Why am I not surprised?" he scoffed, his hand trembling slightly.
"Well, I can't do anything about it, besides it's been years anyway–" I started off
"But she wronged you" he said,
"People do wrong all the time" I said with a small smile "they have their reasons, to them, their eyes, the wrong never reflects, you will rarely see a happy man reflect on his wrongdoings and a privileged man feel sorry for all he put others through."
Damian thought about it for a bit and let out a small hum, so won't that he'd considered my input.
"Well then..." he said softly, "I'm sorry I never stood up for you–"
"don't be" I shook my head "I know what you're thinking but don't, you weren't in the position to anyways, besides, all I needed was Becky by my side and I'm glad she never left it."
Damian gave a small smile, "I always thought Blackbell was conceited...but she never really could've been if she stuck with you throughout, huh?"
"Yeah" I laughed.
"We should go back inside before people start questioning our whereabouts" I suggested and Damian nodded. I started to walk back inside and turned around completely. My insides felt a kind of warmth Becky once described.
When you like being around someone...she'd said dreamily, you feel a kind of warmth tingle your stomach, like someone wrapped a blanket around you on a cold day.
"Hey Anya" Damian called to me, I turned around and nearly hit my nose on his chest, "I want to be your friend too..." he admitted, "I'm sorry it took me ages to realise what I was feeling...I'd been wanting to tell you for ages, honestly, I'm somewhat of a drunkard and an idiot but drinking to oblivion never makes me forget about you, it seriously doesn't. Everytime I go to some–bakery, I see peanut butter cookies and they smell like you–if that isn't too weird to say, every analogy I read, if I find my old Eden textbooks, all I think about is if you'd been thinking about me the same way I do everytime." He concluded and looked me in the eyes, his reflected vulnerability, what did mine reflect?
"What are you implying?" I asked him
"I love you" he confessed without a second thought. As if he'd prepared an entire speech, "I love you Anya, I'm in love with you and I've liked you ever since the day you punched me on the face because afterwards, when I thought about it.. I kind of deserved it for being an ass."
The wind, as if a catalyst for explosive emotions, started to blow at my direction, my hair went flying everywhere, I stood near him, stunned, the warmth from his body radiated against mine and my thoughts were everywhere as I tried to process his.
Softly, Damian took a lock of my hair and tucked it behind my ear, he put his thumb under my jaw as if to silently beg me to look at him.
"Are you mad in the head?" I asked him in a trance and he gave me a knowing look "maybe I am but I'd actually be mad in the head to let you go, I'm not going to."
"Oh." Maybe Damian was like the blanket I'd longed for. Maybe he wasn't, I wasn't too sure. Maybe I needed too many blankets and he was just one of them. The warmth seemed to cloud all my other thoughts as we stood by one another, elevated by each other's presence.
"If I kiss you" he asked after a moment of silence "would you let me?"
Would I have regretted it? The thought never managed to cross my mind, the fact that it would've been so reckless to kiss him. Slowly, my lips met his. I'd never kissed someone before and I didn't know how to relish it but slowly, it made sense. I understood why Becky loved kiss scenes, they felt like blankets. His lips felt soft and silken against mine and slowly my arms wrapped around his. It wasn't a kiss from those romance films in the cinemas but it was so very sweet and perfect. His lips barely grazed mine before he pulled away.
"That was...not what I'd imagined" I admitted
"In a good way or a bad way?" he asked anxiously
"my heart was going to die but it felt good..."
"Good," he sighed in what seemed to be relief.
"Let's head back then?" he offered nonchalantly
"Damian" I called to him in disbelief as he started to casually walk away, "what?" He turned around.
"You just told me you love me"
"Okay, and?"
"you kissed me too"
"Don't remind me" he mumbled as a small blush crept to his cheeks. I couldn't help but smile.
"What do you say anyway?" he asked indifferently, "to what?"
"to well...my confession...don't make me say it again" he grumbled
"Oh. Right." I looked around as if to hope to get a hint or something. I'd only ever played couple whenever I was undercover."You don't have to give me an instantaneous yes" he said "In fact, if you say you never want to see me again, you don't have to." I nodded and took his words into consideration.
"Alright" I nodded,
"So that's it then? Damn this was easy" he said proudly
"Ha ha. You're still as red as a tomato" I pointed out with a dry cough.
"Oh shut up Forger!" he said with mock irritation. "Okay, Mr.Loverboy" I smirked, making him more red in the face. I was going to have a good laugh at this, I thought.
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A/N: I think I've lost it
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Yes. I was considering uploading this and getting over with everything man, screw Operation strix 2.0 I'm going to go join fugitives in my hero academia or whatever. Isn't everyone in show gay or smth?
