The Scattering Ashes

2 - Vivid Dream

"......nasia."

"Athanasia."

Wondrous eyes, gentle and fondly stared, Athanasia just recognized who in front of her was by seeing those color eyes. Silver hair dazzling, stood so brazenly as ever while lightly chuckled in his silver attire hues, Athanasia almost jumped seeing that silhouette, but his hand stopped her first.

"How have you been, Princess? What's with that expression, do you mad at me?"

Those light chuckle, those gentle smile, and even those hand was felt real and warm that Athanasia really wanted to touch him even more. That Athanasia really wanted to burst from her bed and spurred him with hug. But her feet was glued. Her lips was sealed that she can't even muttered his name, that it was as if he was the only who can talked, not her to answer.

"I really miss you, Princess."

And she really wanted to say how much she also missed him too. How much she has been haunted by all the guilt which only danced upon her eyes, singing those memories. By all the sight of blood which sipped under that silver attire hues, hands which weakly held and so lifelessly that she thought he has died.

That she thought he was really has ...

"I'm sorry Princess."

She could felt a large shoulder was buried her, weak and fragile she reached his back only to see her tears slowly started to fall, wet his shoulder and fade the smell she really longing to experience again. Longing the hand which now slowly rubbed her shoulder, tugging her hair and carefully brushed it. The time would only fell to be fade, seconds was stopped at its rail that it wouldn't be a minute and everything was felt forever. Two hands now entangled to each other, it was only felt yesterday that she felt those eyes still staring at her, that it was only yesterday that they were sitting in the top of the coral at Castophille beach, talking so many things. It was only yesterday, that she really sure that his heart was still thumping and alive. So really sure that those smile won't be fade anymore as she forced herself to reach him in the chest and surprised by what she heard,

"Be careful, Princess, and good bye."

That his heart did not thumped again this time.

"I'm sorry,..."

And by that words, Ahanasia wriggled under her blanket, tears streamed endlessly as she slowly muttered again, an endless of apology followed her cries, a guilt, a memories.

"I'm sorry Derian, I'm really sorry."

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