My Original Works

Gift

I've been playing Miitopia lately and I couldn't stop myself.  

"Here, I got this for you," her voice nearly cracked from the pressure that she felt weighing down on her chest with each shaky breath she took as she stood before him, his eyebrows raised in curiosity at the small gift held carelessly in her feeble hands.

"For me? What for?" He had fully turned towards her now, his hands awkwardly rubbing against the side of his robes as he questioned whether he should take the present or not. "I haven't done anything even remotely helpful..."

"You've saved my life numerous times. That's more than enough."

Her arms extended further to indicate that she wished for him to grab it, mainly due to the growing worry that her sweaty palms would ruin the wrapping paper she had spent nearly two hours on (her hands got stuck the first five times) and she didn't want it to be ruined. When he hesitantly grabbed the small box from her he looked down at it before eventually pulling off the ribbon and watching it come undone in front of him. He grabbed the lid of the box and lifted it up with bated breath.

A photograph of them together.

He looked up at her to question her, maybe even thank her, but before he could get a word out he realized it would be a waste of breath.

She was gone.

He was a cleric; a man who was tasked with saving the ones around him with all of his might, tossing aside his own wants and needs for the good of others. When he came across the thief on that fateful day he had already vowed to protect her with everything in him. He loved her. It was that simple.

He was supposed to save her.

He was supposed to protect her.

He couldn't even protect the one who gave him reason to live.

Her gift to him was the memory.

His gift to her was everlasting love.