They had found a nice place just outside a small restaurant. Xion was leaning back in his chair, arms folded behind his head while looking out over the sky. A canvas the horizon had created in all its glory. The different creamy textures breath taking. Rain stared out just as dumbfounded as him, taken off guard as a sudden voice spoke.
"Crimson, what are you thinking about?,'' Xion spoke, a bit shocked she was.
She new her brother would never take to her by her first name unless something was troubling him, or for once he had meant to be serious with her. Which then of course told her not to worry, that she was free to be opened minded now without unfair judgment. She gulped, but still unsure if she could go that far on her subject.
"Nothing really...just what it'd be like...if well," she paused, biting her lower lip, a habit well worked up over time.
"If what?," he gently urged her on, his voice always having that affect on her, always able to get her to speak.
"Well, Just that, I've been alone for so long and I know I'm only 15, but I can't help but wonder...what would it be like if I had the special someone just for me."
That was all she had to say, and the conversation suddenly blazed with advice, past memories, and comfort. Her soul finally set at ease. It had ended up that Xion left just moments later after everything had ended and it was almost as if it never had happened. Everything had switched back to normal and it was all long and forgotten. Yet she couldn't find it in herself to go home.
So she sat, by the table alone with her empty plate. Watching the sun set in all its glory.
"yea i am ok"ragnard said "but i want to know whats wrong with my adopt father hes been in the hospital before and that time i wasent aloud in then we moved here now hes back in the hospital so now i want to know why hes in the hospital so i think you should go see your mum or something" then ragnard started to walk and try to find his family.
Her eyes lost in what the world had to offer a shiver slowly began to work at her till the point she couldn't take it any more. Sitting was more then a challenge. She could barely do it without shaking up a storm. Tipping the waitress she stood fully, curling into the warmth of her hoodie as she made her way down the street. The club she had went to last night, maybe it was still open, and if it was hopefully she wouldn't be too late to catch a song or two. Entering it was far from closing, people had formed into it, crowding around that it was hard even to attempt to see the stage.
She laughed lightly at the feature, such a clusture that as she tried to enter she was bumped about through the mob. Only then when she started to let her body sway to the melody of the music did she dance as freely as the others. It was all as if they were one and the music racing through her veins, filling her as she lost control they all danced together. She couldn't help but move along, a smile across her lips as her hair sprawled about, keeping her whole figure in motion. She would admit, it would be hard to stay cold in a place like this.
A few minutes later he found the room and then he starts talking to both his adopted parents and they explain to him why he came to cuddle valley and why his father is in the hospital and within a few minutes ragnard knows everything and then he gets this surge of anger go through him and then he slams the door open and walks out of their angry his mum try to get him back but he doesnt listen all he does is walk off angry.
Her body filling with this uncontrollable rush she couldn't help to endure another trail. Each note pounding through her heart as she began to pull her hair aback. The strands that refused to fit sticking along her face. A cloud over her head and feeling quite tired she needed to break free. Forcing herself from the pit after weaving in and out between people.
The wave of air that was forced due to the door opening was relaxing. Driving the heat away from her every fiber as she stepped out into the night. Time was lost now and she figured she might as well be too. The same old thing, she was as much as a pawn as anyone else. Slowly she began up the street, yanking her hoodie free and drapping it over her arm. Her cloths crinkled against her curves. Another late night.