A Yordle love story

Chapter eight: Falling in, too deep.

Tristana's POV:

It has been three months since it all happened, feels like an eternity.
All I am is sadness, every other emotion pushed through my being.
I was once a carefree, charismatic Yordle and I was full of more love than you could ever know.
I have been once a kind and happy person who could find her smile in any situation.
But, my smile has faded away as well as all the hope I had.

I'd lay in my bed dominated by a profound sadness. I never knew one could feel this way.
Fatigue engraved my face as it has been days I haven't slept. How could I sleep?
Even when I could sleep, nightmares would keep me awake.
I've lost all appetite and motivation.
All I felt was sorrow. I spent all this time in my quiet and lonely house.
I've locked myself from everyone.
I had no intentions to see, speak or contact anyone.
All I wanted was to be alone but I also wanted to be with someone which was all too confusing.
I was trapped with my own deep thoughts. I've fallen too deep down a dark hole that I couldn't escape from.

I've closed my eyes, and tried to go to a happy place.

"When I was just a little kid, my parents knew how much of a tomboy I was. So, I was thrilled to hear they would take me to ride go-karts. I was riding this track set out in old tires. I was having so much fun that I took a turn way too fast, riding through a pile of tires which made me go through the air..."
I said, telling a childhood story to Teemo. It was a nice quiet afternoon as we were drinking  a cup of honey mead together at Teemo's favorite inn.
"No, way!"
He exclaimed. I laughed a little bit before telling him more.
"Well, I hit the dirt hard face first and my own go-kart ran through me."
I continued.
"Were you okay? That sounds painful"
He said worryingly which made me laugh.I had more to say.
"I was fine! When the first person came to help me and see if I was okay. I shoved them away from me and got back on my go-kart. I thought that my parents only paid for half an hour and that I was wasting precious time."
We both laughed together at my story.
"That's crazy, Tristana and quite funny but I'm glad you were okay"
Teemo said happily as he took a sip afterwards.
After awhile, we looked outside through the large glass window and noticed the weather.
"It's raining"
Teemo said. What was a sunny beautiful day became a gloomy rainy one.
"That's okay."
I replied.
"But, we don't have an umbrella."
Teemo stated.
"It's okay, we'll just make a run for it to our houses."
I said, we smiled and chuckled at my proposition and that's exactly what we did.
"Wait."
He said before we exited the inn, he took off his hat and handed it to me.
"Wear it so you don't get completely soaked."
He said as he looked at me with a smile.
"I can't wear your hat Teemo, it's your hat!"
I argued.
"It's fine, Tristana, really!"
He assured. I put on his hat.
"How do I look?"
I joked as I stood upright with an assertive posture; chin up, chest out and my shoulders back.
He laughed in response.
"You look just like a scout."
He said with a soft smile. He grabbed my hand as we ran quickly together through the rain.
We laughed as we ran on puddles that allowed the water to splash everywhere that made our boots to be very wet.

Why did my mind go and remember Teemo?
I sighed and felt worse that not even thinking about a happy time in my life failed to make me feel at all better. It made me feel worse because I don't think I'll ever make new memories with Teemo.

Teemo's POV:

Still trapped in a never ending darkness with only memories and thoughts to haunt me.
I don't want to remember. I never want to remember.

"House fire!"
That's all my dad could barely say. I was just a child, and I couldn't understand the dangers and tragedy that was coming. I don't know how it happened, but it did.

The smoke billowed black across the room, filling my lungs. The coughing was instant as were the tears that washed over my eyes. I suppose the alarms must have been deafening but I don't remember hearing them. The house was reduced to nothing but ashes and charcoal. I stood there on that evening, shaking, unable to believe what my senses told me was true. I was rushed outside to safety. My house, my home, gone. Other than the flames and heat, all I recall are the the fire crews and the paramedics -

"I  lost my family at a very young age.

I lost my parents and my siblings that day. Everyone I ever loved and cared about."

I said sobbing my eyes out.
"I'm so sorry Teemo.
After loved ones passes away, Be encouraged by their passing and legacy. Instead of crying, live an inspired spiritual and happy life like they did when they were here. Live each day with encouragement knowing that they are proud and smiling down on you from heaven. "
Tristana said as I remembered she was trying to comfort me as another memory when I've told about her my past trauma. It was the most amazing thing anyone has ever said to me.
"I devote to protect anyone from h-harm so no one has to lose their families like I-I have"
I told her crying my eyes out remembering my family yelling and crying out for help the night of the house fire.
She hugged me tightly to comfort me.

I suddenly felt like I could open my eyes as I could see light come into my world.
I looked around confused, my vision was very blurry and I felt very weak as my heart beat was very slow.
Once I saw a bit more clearly I could see a figure standing besides me trying to speak to me but I could barely hear.

"T-T-T- "
I kept trying to say Tristana but my voice was unreliable