written on my grave~

chapter 5: lowly maiden

I wanted to look back to her, to my only family at that moment, but what I was looking for is the completion of myself- the missing piece of what was always incomplete. I needed to find my life and that is CITADEL.

I dialed the numbers on my phone’s keypad, the numbers fit to answer everything. I didn’t mind the rain, I ran far from the protection she had shed unto me. I went away from my sister; I left her- standing, waiting, longing for her little brother to go home. She did let me be to what I wanted; she wasn’t just my sister, she was my mother. She understood me and let me go on my own… because she loves me so much. And I love her too.

As I walked around the great fountain, the rain kept pouring hard and harder. It was cold and I was colder than anything, I was frozen inside and out. I put my phone on my ear, and the sound of the ringing on the other line took place in my head. Please answer the damn phone!

The sound of a music box found its way to my ear and it caressed me. I examined the place to find where it was coming from. I turned around and to my surprise I saw someone I longed for like forever. This human being was staring blankly at her phone blinking and ringing. She was watching it, as if it was alive. She was thinking deeply to what she would do with it, if she would answer it or not, if she would throw it or hide it. The phone on my ear gave me an answer and all I could say was her name…

“Cid…” I moaned and tears began to swell from my eyes. I called for her as if I was dying, as if I was calling for help. I stared at her for what seems to be forever. I gazed at her for I’ve never seen her for like a million years.

I didn’t know what to do that second I saw her, the moment we both met our gaze. All I knew was that I needed her to warm me up. I stood there frozen still, like an ice sculpture. Looking at an angel fallen down from heaven, a lowly maiden thrown out of paradise because of some major mischief. But anywhere you view her; she was magnificently perfect and untainted. The bruises she got were more like a beauty mark than a stain of imperfection; she was undeniably God’s creation.

I was incredibly happy. Glad for everything I had wished for came true. All my questions were answered just by seeing her. She was here. She didn’t forget the promise we had before. She is serious about this whole time. I was the world’s happiest guy.

It all made sense after all. The water ran deep through her body just as to mine. We were both wet and cold as I told her my feeling of true happiness warm as a furnace.

“Cid…you came”

A sentence of pure calmness and bliss was all enough to fit to how happy I was.