Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Boy Meets Girl ❯ Prologue

Prologue

The sun was setting over the tree line as she slowly wandered towards home. "Home", she thought as she tried to prevent any more lustrous tears from slipping down her pale cheeks. "Home...it sounds so, so foreign...so strange..." Preoccupied with the countless twists and turns of her mind, she failed to recognize the tall man walking behind her. The man spoke, "Rachel..." The woman froze to her spot; she did not turn around. "Rachel", the man called again. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end as she slowly brought herself to face him. "Look at me", he said. Taking a moment to register his command, the woman forced herself to raise her head. She didn't dare move her eyes' focus from the trampled star shaped flower by the roadside. She felt herself tremble as heat flushed her once emotion-less face; she was on the verge of tears. The man, having seen her reactions, took a step forward. Instinctively, the woman took several paces backwards. The man's face drooped for her actions tore at his heart. He also was on the verge of tears. "Don't you remember me? Don't you remember what we had together?" he quietly questioned. Events and emotions flooded her memory as he spoke. Happiness, passion, anger, bitterness...love even? Yes, there was love, but was it true love? The kind that was found in the stories of damsels in distress and white knights in shining armour? She remembered their first kiss--the electricity that had run through them both, igniting their passion, their lust. "Yes, I did once love him," she mused, "but now, after everything has happened, I just don't know. I just don't know." The sound of silent sobs found their way to his ears. As he stepped forward, his arms outstretched, she retreated away from his reach for a second time. There they stood; he with his arms hanging lifelessly by his sides and she crying, broken hearted, to herself with one arm curled protectively around her now scared womb. A gust of wind blew, picking up leaves of crimson, amber, and fawn as her long dark hair danced recklessly around her upturned face. She looked the tall man in the eyes, quivering as she did so, and turned back home. He watched her retreating form and walked away as the wind urged him on.