Fan Fiction ❯ Ice ❯ Ice: Tears ( Chapter 3 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Ice: Tears
PG-13
By: Ierra
AKA Kyoki

I hadn't realized that something could do that to her.

It was quite obvious to me that she was upset, and I couldn't help feeling that I was
somewhat responsible. Even if I could come up with no reasonable explanation to what I
could of done to hurt her.

Granted, she wouldn't let ME know that. She wouldn't let anyone know, in all likelyhood.
She would do all she could to cover it up, to hide the fact, and to make sure she appeared
whatever she considered as 'normal'.

She had done quite a good job, too. Up until the part when she stalked out of the arcade
and ended up crying in an alley four buildings down.

Yes, I had followed her. I don't know why, I just felt the need to. Now, seeing her here,
I didn't know what to do.

Lee Alent. Her name was something I was familier with since long before I met her. She and
I had similar reputations, although most of mine was false.

I had never once stopped to think it could be the same about her.

What if her 'reputation' was full of lies?

Mine was alot like hers, and alot of it WAS lies, yet I never thought hers could be too.

Why?

Why had I done that?

I had misjudged her, when we should of been the only ones who understood eachother.

Great job I've done. Now she's crying. Here. In an alley. In an unsafe alley. Alone.

Well, almost alone. Close enough to it.

I couldn't take it anymore. Her mostly-silent tears, her occasional sob, her muffled
cries of frustration. It was driving my crazy.

I put my hand on the wall, and stepped around the corner.

She buried her head in her knees and fought to stop the tears.

"Just go away." Her muffled voice rose from her shirt. She tried her best to keep it from
sounding like she had been crying, and she normaly would of fooled someone, but I had done
the same thing many times, and I knew the voice of someone who had been crying.

I fell to my knees and put a hand on her shoulder, instantly feeling her stiffen. "I'm sorry."

She stayed quiet and I grew uncomfortable in the silence that followed.

"What for?" She whispered finally.

"For anything I've done to hurt you. It was never my intention to do so."

She fell silent.

I watched her, as she breathed in and out, and she wipped her eyes against her knees, as
she paused in breathing, to take in a deeper breath.

The silence was killing me. I had to say something, anything. Just.. not something stupid.

"No one is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry them."

She stiffened again, but then realxed.

"That isn't exactly true."

"It isn't?"

She shook her head against her knees.

"How can no one be worth your tears, and yet there be one person who is, who just won't
make you cry them? It should be something like 'Only one person is worth your tears, and
that person won't make you cry them'."

"It sounds less... comforting, almost, when you put it that way."

She nodded and lifted her head slightly, her hair covering her sure-to-be tear-stained face.

"It does, doesn't it? But It'd be more correct that way."

"True."

The silence forced it's way back in unwanted and we sat there for a few minutes before I turned
my head to look down the alley.

"Mind if I sit next to you?"

"Might as well."

"Is that a 'I don't want you to, but I won't bother to stop you' kind of 'might as well', or a
'I want you to, I just won't admit it' kind of 'might as well'?"

"The later." She mumbled, so soft I had to strain my ears to hear.

"The later. So you would like me to sit here. I believe I can then. It wouldn't hurt THAT bad.."

I moved from my knees to sit next to her, bringing my knees up to my chest, while staring at
her the whole time.

"Can I ask you something?" Her head was still down, her face covered by her hair.

I nodded, then remembered she wasn't looking. "Yeah, go ahead."

"Why did you kiss her?"

I leaned my head back on the wall, looking up at the building wall, and sighed.

I think I was just now beginning to remember something I did.

Something I had thought she hadn't seen.

"She kissed me... I responded though. I'm not sure why. I just did.
I'm a bit sorry I did though."

"Why?"

"Because I hurt you."

"Whoever said it was you who hurt me?"

"You did."

She froze again.

"How long were you standing there?" Her voice was no longer soft and fragile, like it had been
before, it was now cold. Ice cold.

I paused. "A... minute or two."

She nodded curtly, then stood up, clawing at her eyes in the process.

"Well, then, it was nice talking to you Mr... whatever your name is, but I have to get going."

So she was angry with me. I sighed. Maybe I shouldn't of mentioned that...

I watched her as she walked back towards the street. Just as the light hit her perfectly, she
turned around and looked at me.

"You're wrong." She said, the ice still in her tone.

I stood up and matched her gaze. "About what?"

"The one person who is worth your tears, won't mean to make you cry. It doesn't mean they
won't make you cry at all."

And with that, it was her turn to leave me.

So I stood, next to her left-behind tears.

Next to her locket that had fallen off during her cry.

Just there.

Thinking that, maybe she's right.