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The Last Moment [Female Jetra]

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Requested by OLggA_

"So... Are you going?"

Petra closed her eyes in pain and gave the weakest of nods. She didn't want to leave. She never wanted to leave her best friend behind, she never wanted her heart to be torn apart by a simple conversation. But she knew she had to go. That's where her destiny was - out there, on the road. Not inside the safe and protected gates of Beacon Town.

Jesse sighed as she looked in the ground. She could hear her other friends shuffle away, leaving the two alone. Cold wind blew past them, playing with Jesse's long black hair and Petra's fiery one, taking away all the words that the two of them so desperately wanted to say. But what could be said? What could be done there, when best friends were about to go their seperate ways?

The brunette turned around, staring at the town, at her town with agony in her green eyes. How much did she want to leave with her friend, how much did she want to just start going and never stop! But, alas, she wasn't free. Her hands were tied with respinsibility ond duties of a mayor, and so they would be for the rest of her life.

The cell she had willingly locked herself in.

"I understand." Petra spoke, her voice quivering a bit as she tried so very hard to swallow down the tears in her throat. "I can't blame you, Jesse. This is your destiny. But... Don't blame me for seeking mine."

Jesse gritted her teeth as she turned around, her heart suddenly feeling extremely heavy. There were tears in her eyes now, tears that a true hero can never show. Good thing that now she wasn't a hero. She was just a person why was about to lose her best friend.

"I could never blame you." She whispered, hugging herself in a sort of comfort. Petra's hand jerked towards her friend but stopped mid-air. She wasn't sure that if she touched Jesse she would be able to let go. But that's what she had to do.

There was long and daunting silence between the two. Both of them so desperately wanted to find words, but there were none. Quite obvious. After knowing somebody for years and years, it's only natural that you don't need words to communicate with them. Some emotions can never be reduced to just some words.

"Are you ever coming back?" Jesse finally raised her piercing green eyes to look at her friend. The latter winced as she looked away, the sadness in her gaze speaking louder than any shouts and screams. Of course she probably wasn't coming back. There were way too many places she had to visit, way too many things she had to do. Not to mention all that danger that awaited her the moment she stepped out of the gates of Beacon Town.

"Maybe." Petra shrugged weakly her voice quivering because of way too much emotion in it. All that grief, all that sadness, it wasn't possible to bear. Yet the redhead only raised her head, not willing to crumble under her feelings like most people do. She was stronger than this. And even though her heart was being torn in two right now, she still stood as strong as she could.

"Maybe I'll drop by in a couple of years." She looked away, not able to meet the painful gaze of her best friend. "But, uh... Not earlier. There's still so much for me to do out there, I doubt I'll be done by my lifetime."

And there it was again. That long, that painful silence that everyone wanted to break but nobody could find the courage to do so. Jesse's eyes rested on the face of her best friend, on her freckles and a tiny scar on her chin, all those small and insignificant details that make human beings look so beautiful. How could she never see those wonderful features before, how could she stare at Petra's face for hours and still feel like she hadn't seen it all?