Her hands stopped touching the flowers, her body still turned against Vyrion, "Things like that are useless to me now. Remember?"
Her voice wasn't as bright and enthusiastic as usual, Vyrion could tell something was amiss, "Is something bothering you?" he asked as he leaned closer to turn her body to look at him, dispelling the longing after a day of not seeing each other, "you can talk to me." His thumb caressed her white cheek lovingly, hoping to bring out the blush that always appeared with just a small touch.
But ...
Virion dropped his hands helplessly by his side after getting a response against his will. It means that what is stuck in her heart is something serious.
Her pair of aqua eyes refused to meet Vyrion's ruby eyes, choosing to look at the beautiful night sky studded with multicolored stars, the habit she did when she missed him, but now the effect was reversed, her heart throbbing in pain even more, "It's no use even if I talk about it with you."
"Vo—"
"I fell too deep," she whispered, her tone empty.
Vyrion doesn't understand, there's a lot he doesn't understand about women, he tries so hard to understand her feeling by observing every expression on her beautiful face, right now he couldn't because she refuses to look at him.
This made him feel something sharp pierce his heart.
Vyrion never liked it when she hid something from him, much less something that took away the sweet smile from her lips, "Tell me," he pleaded softly, "I'll try to work it out."
She sighed, her rosy lips slightly open for the moment before shutting in a thin line again. She shook her head.
"Vo—"
"I'm starting to understand what The King is saying," she muttered sadly, giving up. No matter how hard she tried to push him away, she couldn't. Vyrion became her new biggest weakness, "The longer I'm with you, the stronger I want to be by your side. I can't stop thinking about what our future would be like if this didn't happen. It's hurt because I knew what's gonna happen to us."
Vyrion didn't think that was bothering him even though the solution to that problem had been there the moment he decided to choose himself.
She took a deep breath, "I start to become greedy again," she whispered, then shook her head, "no, I'm greedy from the start, that's why Fleaur kingdom is—"
"Enough," Vyrion interrupted firmly, not liking the way he thought that was so far in the negative. She looks at him silently with a hint of hurt in her aqua eyes that makes him regret it because his voice must be harsh to her. But he spoke the truth, he stand by his word, ignore his feeling, "How many times do I have to tell you that you can't control something that will happen? You did your best, it's not your fault the tragedy happened again."
"Vyrion ..." She stared at her feet, dilemma and a little happy he always reminded or encourage her when she feeling down, "I guess my lonely makes me think too much," she says, "thank you," she continued as she hugs him tenderly, sip his dusky perfume who she missed so much.
Vyrion becomes relaxed in her embrace, and starts gently patting her head, "You know I will always be by your side. Before and after. Remember?" He reminded her about their promise.
She nodded understandingly, "I'm just scared when I woke up, you weren't there ..." she admitted with a hint of fear in her low voice, holding more tightly on his black shirt, showing she desperate meant it, "I'm afraid would be wrong again—"
"You won't," Vyrion interrupted her, "I won't let that happen."
"I'm sorry."
Vyrion just continued to gently caress her baby pink hair, showing his feelings so that she no longer hesitates, let alone thinks negatively.
"Welcome home, Vyrion."
*****
Flashback End
*****
"Greedy ..."
"Hm? You remember something?" Vega asks hopefully.
Silly question. Of course Vyrion remembers, that only his memory of 'her', and the reason he keeps fighting, but now ... he starts to think about the 'promise', "I'm sure she'll understand later."
"Huh? What do you mean, Lord Vyrion?"
Vyrion ruby eyes fell on Vega, serious, "I've forgotten her. I don't feel anything anymore."
"What!?" Vega clutches her hair shocked, "no, no, no. You just don't remember, Lord Vyrion."
"This is my feeling, my decision, my life. I order you not to interfere again Vega," says Vyrion coldly, "I want to be free for myself this time, not for anyone else." He thought for a moment, then nodded slightly in agreement with what he was saying, "you can't stop me now."
This was the conversation that Vega had dreaded the most, apart from failing to keep her promise, Vyrion changed his mind, "Please, Lord Vyrion, hear me out ... just one more time," she begged, ignoring the burning determination in his irises ruby eyes.
Vyrion turned his body as a form of refusal to grant Vega's request. He had given her too many chances. This time he can no longer give anymore, he is tired, the fire in his heart has dimmed for a long time, he will hold on to himself, no longer on Vega's claim, "You better mind your business. I meant it, Vega."
Vega gasped, but before she can ask what he meant, he's already gone behind the door.
A silent atmosphere surrounded her.
"I won't let that happen ..." Vega whispered to herself, "I have to do something." And she knew Vyrion wouldn't like it, but he left her no choice, "I'm sorry, Lord Vyrion."
*****
Corale waited anxiously in the living room, fiddling with her fingers nervously to ward off the urge to check on Vyrion and Vega. She is afraid they would fight, judging from how pissed Vyrion's face was.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Soft and steady footsteps sounded in Corale's ears, she immediately lifted her body and face to see who it was. There was a small hope in her heart that it was Vega so that she could freely ask questions, unfortunately it was Vyrion's icy and handsome face that reflected in her aqua eyes. Her lips who are slightly parted ready to ask, become thin line again.
'Why should it be him?'
Corale thought that the moment Vyrion reached the bottom of the stairs still with their eyes staring intensely at each other in silence.
"You ..." It took a few seconds for Vyrion to start a conversation.
"Yes?"
"Are you ready?"
"For what?"
"I was the one who accompanied you to visit your father's grave."