you’re the reason why

I’m standing here today

I don’t care about…

…the pain…

…the heartbreak

or any of that.

all that matters is that you are here

…and so am I...

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The Reason
By Nightxx

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She stands in the way of it all.

Clad in those same trousers that are two-sizes bigger and keep threatening to slide off her slim hips and that shirt with the one sleeve that continues to slip off her shoulder.

Her pearl grey eyes are sparkling with some sort of emotion; her fists are clenched at her sides. She wants to tell you something, but you can’t put your finger on it.

It frustrates you. You are an interpreter, a brilliant one at that, but…

…If you are such a good interpreter, why can’t you interpret that emotion sparkling in her eyes?

Her long, dark tresses of ash brown are blown aback by the wind. The determination and inner strength shown in her brilliant pearl grey eyes spark something inside of you.

And all of a sudden, you find yourself sauntering casually towards her.

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He’s walking towards you. His icy blue eyes are glazed over—you can’t tell what he’s thinking.

You wish you knew.

He’s dressed in a sleek, smart suit, because he always was the intelligent one. You were just the mute girl by his side.

His cropped onyx locks are dancing in the thick air.

The cool breeze tickles your shoulders and is already successful in numbing your body and because of this, you curse your shirt for the umpteenth time. But then you think, now’s not the time for cursing—you only have this one moment.

Use it.

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You stop until you’re right in front of her.

You can tell she’s freezing inwardly from the cool December winds. The breeze blows strand away from your eyes and tickles your skin, but it doesn’t numb you. You’re used to the cool winds.

You bend down, until you are at her height. She is at least 4 inches shorter than you and for that, you mock her—

It always managed to anger her. And her being angered always managed to amuse you.

Maybe you’re a sadist, you think, a masochist for finding amusement in her discomfort.

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He bends down until he’s at your height.

It’s frustrating, how he can be so arrogant and stuckup and conceited and you still can’t push away your feelings.

You suddenly freeze over. His lips graze against your ear—they’re colder than ice itself.

“Little girls shouldn’t be out, meandering at this time of day, all on their lonesome selves,” He drawls out, nipping at your ear. You’re still stuck, frozen in your spot.

He’s teasing you, you think, because in his eyes, everything is a game…

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“And little boys shouldn’t act like the big bad wolf,” She shoots back and for once, you’re impressed that she actually replied to one of your pointless comments.

“Touché,” You remark, before moving back, standing back at your original height.

Her anger finally dissipates into thin air, when she realises that you’re willing to act serious.

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“Gail…” He begins coolly, crossing his arms over his chest, his icy blue eyes protrude your soul like a dagger made of ice thrust straight into your heart, because his eyes are ice, “…Why are you here?”

You let out a muted sigh.

And for a moment, you wonder, why is it so hard to explain to him how you feel? Why does it have to be this hard?

Why couldn’t it have been easier? Or better yet, why couldn’t he have been another person, who would let love flow easefully into his life?

He always rejected any sign of love and affection directed towards him. Because he never took life seriously and never, for one moment, thought that love might help him grow up….

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“Darien…” She begins—her sparkling silver eyes are losing their determination, the light that interested me.

She’s beginning to look as though she’s lost in a derelict, barren land.

“You’re the reason why I’m standing here today.”

Those words send you spiralling, free-falling. You feel confused, and this frustrates you, because an interpreter is never meant to feel confused. They are grounded; hard-talking; tact; sharp-eyed. Not confused, not free-falling.

Your fists are clenched at your sides.

“…You probably could tell that I felt this way…but…” Gail lowers her long eyelashes, biting her lower lip in anxiety, “…I need to say it to your face.”

“...I—“

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“Don’t even say it Gail,” He interjects, and your heart is already being protruded endlessly by those icy blue eyes.

He’s glaring at you, and you can’t help but think, why can’t you stop glaring at me—?

Why can’t you let me love you—?

Your fists clench at your sides. You can already feel your anger rising, your breathing loud.

You’ve had enough of this.

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“Why not?” She asks boldly, and sends you stumbling, freefalling yet again.

You start to feel light-headed, and panic.

No, no, no, this is not right. An interpreter is not to panic, not to feel light-headed—they grounded, hard-talking, tact, sharp-eyed.

“Because I—“

“I don’t always have to listen to you.” She interrupts before I can complete my statement.

“Do you even know how long it’s taken me to find the courage to tell you? Do you?” You stare at, your eyes are wide. You can’t help but think—when did she get so courageous?

She suddenly faces you, the spark of determination in her brilliant silver eyes.

“It’s taken me 6 years, Darien.”

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You surprised at how quiet, how soft, how…heartbroken your voice sounded when you said that last statement.

His icy aqua blue eyes have lost their glazed over look. They are wide and filled with pure surprise.

And, the small sadistic part inside of you is happy, that this cold-hearted bastard can get shocked and hurt.

He still says nothing and soon, his eyes regain the glazed over look. He stares impassively at you, aloof and indifferent. And for that, you hate him.

But, you can tell he’s willing to give you a chance—to give you a second chance, because you deserve one. And for that, you love him…

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You wait for her to continue. And for some reason, you feel ashamed, embarrassed, that one part of you wants to hear her speak. That one part of you cherishes her.

And that part happens to be your heart.

“I…I don’t know how long I’ve felt this way.” She begins meekly, fiddling with the hem of her grey shirt.

Her eyelashes are lowered, as she continues to speak.

“But I know one thing for certain…” She diverts her gaze from her fingers, and stops fiddling. She looks up at you, her silver eyes shining with…compassion.

“That I love you…” For a few moments, your world freezes.

You feel overwhelmed by her sincerity. You know that she isn’t lying, that she just candidly confessed something that had been hard for her to say. And for that, you unconsciously put down your aloof mask.

Your feet are moving on their own and you’re surprised at how fast your feet are travelling.

You don’t stop yourself, not even as your arms encircle around Gail. Strands of ash brown tickle your hands, but you ignore them.

You can feel her arms move shakily across your shoulders, sending chills down your spine. Her hands stop moving when they reach other.

You maybe an interpreter, but you are a human as well…

…And humans are permitted to feel.

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You feel surprised, shocked, overwhelmed, when Darien wraps his arms around you waist. They are surprisingly warm and slowly, you feel yourself become immune the cool breeze.

No wonder he’s never cold—because he’s immune to the freezing winds, you muse to yourself.

The cool breeze lulls you, as you stand there, arms wrapped around his shoulders.

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The stars are twinkling like pearls and small diamonds in the dark midnight blue veil—the crescent moon is shining a radiant silver in the pool of endless darkness.

Leaves are blown all around the secluded park; the different colours of the flowers are hidden by the intoxicating darkness.

And amidst the captivating scene, two strangers are stood, holding each other.

A small, young girl, clad in clothes that are too big for her, is being hugged by a man clad in an expensive looking suit.

Her eyes are shut, as are his. They savour the moment of tranquillity.

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All this feels strange and untrue
And I won’t waste a minute without you…

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This moment will last for an eternity….
Fini

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A/N: Uhm. There's something about this oneshot I don't like. (Don't ask.) Uhm. Review please. :D