A.N.: I wrote this a long time ago and until now it was on my DA, so now I edit it a little and I thought why not post it here.

Illusions

The tear came from her eye and made a path on her cheek, slowly following the rules of gravity. Her eyes were closed and there was a sigh torn from her throat. Why did everything become so confusing. There was a pain in the pit of her stomach and her heart was heavy.

Soft touch of fingers brushing the falling tear away from her face.

She opened her eyes and find blue eyes gazing at her. There was no sound, but those blue eyes were full of understanding, gentleness and love.

She sifted her gaze and found her self faced with brown eyes. There ware no understanding and gentleness in those, just confusion, restrained violence and resignation. Was it her fault? Was it her fault for those feelings showing in his eyes?

She looked his face. It was a blank mask. She must have hurt him, bad. She raised her hand, wanted to cup his face, wanted to give him reassuring caress.

His forehead frowned at indication of her move and stopped it, stilling her hand in the air, before it fell down beside her side.

She looked down on the earth, at her feet hanging down and shifted uncomfortably on the silver mist on which she was sitting. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

A warm hand took her cold fingers. She looked at her hand, which was being caressed. She looked up, there was a sad smile on brown-eyed man’s face and their eyes meet.

He sat down beside her and took her in his arms, putting her head on his chest.

She felt warm body under her icy fingers and a strong beat of his heart. It wasn’t her fault and they both knew it, it was nobodies fault really, it just happened because things happens, unexpected things and that just the way it is.

But that didn’t change the fact, that he was hurt and no matter from each angle he tried to look on the situation, it didn’t change or lessen the felling of betrayal.

He didn’t know if he love her or not, it didn’t really matter, he cared, deeply cared for her, have been grateful when she has offered her world to him to share, her beautiful world, full of sunshine and light, full of harmony and peace. She has given him powers, allowing him to do as he pleases, to drop by every time he feels like, to stay as long as he wants. Ok…she had called for him sometimes, her face sad and with tears in her eyes. He took her then in his embrace, cuddling her and consoling her, until her tears dry down, until there was a smile on her face.

But things started to change, slowly so he didn’t notice, he started to change, maybe he started to take things for granted, maybe that was it. He didn’t really know for sure. Did he started to take her for granted, to always be there for him, for her world to always be open for him?

She guessed what was going through his mind while his hand ware caressing her back in soothing motion. Tears were threatening to overflow, again. It was his influence. Around him she was very emotional, she didn’t know why, but she didn’t mind it that much, not when there was his embrace to receive her, not when there were his soft kisses to dry her tears. Things weren’t perfect in her perfect world, quite opposite, but it was her world, she created it and being in it gave her peace, comfort; when the other world in which her bones are moving, gave her hard time. Not that she couldn’t manage, living in the other world, but in the other world, she was so empty, so hollow inside and here so full, with so much peace.

At the moment things weren’t looking peaceful, but there was some soothing mist covering them all. She had been sharing her world with brown-eyed man for more than half a year, being his friend, loving his bad and good characteristic, trying to open him up, to make him see himself as he is. He had too big ego and too much distrust, to make that task easy, but she tried.

The trouble must has started before the golden boy appeared on the scene, but she didn’t notice them; if there weren’t any troubles, golden boy wouldn’t appeared and wouldn’t be here right now, standing beside them, looking at them with a calm and sympathetic gaze in his blue like sky eyes.

And if there weren’t troubles, there wouldn’t be translucent form with brown-eyes, hovering around them, slashing sword at them, most blows thrown at the golden boy.

The translucent form couldn’t hurt them, she made sure of that the first time when brunet attacked golden boy and her. She tried to expel him from her world then, until he calms himself down, but he wouldn’t have any of that, so she has given him a fight.

The arena appeared and the two of them were circling each other.

She started with parting his blows, hitting him and receiving his hits, until there ware bruise, cuts, splits on her body and his, until there was blood running from the corner of her mouth; and still she pressed on.

“Come on, come on,” she yelled at him, numb inside, because he was doing this, because he was hurting her.

His face change then, there was hurt and disgust for himself in his eyes, when he had picked up her soiled with blood form in his hands and she watched how he moved away, with it in his lap.

“This was a good lesson,” a soft voice surprised her.

Wasn’t he just caring her form away?

He put his hand on her shoulders. “I have some tricks of my own,” he explained. “But I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t want to be the one to put bruises on your body, even if they linger there less than a second.”

Her form, that was carried away was illusion she created so she wasn’t harm by him, it was like a suit of armour, a empty form she left after he picked up in his arms; but his, his was no illusion, he took a piece that was trying to hurt her apart from him self and transported it in ghostly form.

So, what now? Where do we go from here, she asked her self, turning around and looking at him. He shrugged with his shoulders like he heard her; which he might.

Together they turnd around and left the sand covering battleground behind. There in the distance was a garden, the soft grass moving with a slight breeze, waiting for them. The air, his aroma full of sweet smells, was greeting them and a lithe form with golden hair stood silently with a shy smile on his face.