Slowly, she bends to my level on the ground and I see her. Kiva, it is her.
But in a different light.
Her face is whiter than I remember, her lips are pale, and bright ocean blue eyes are staring at me. Even in the darkness of the night, I can see her hair is whiter too. And longer.
"K_Kiva." Her name leaves my lips as my hands fall to my side and hers replace them upon my face. They are so cold and yet I don't hate the cold.
"Forgive me, my love," her words penetrate my aching head, "for coming too late." She whispers and even with my aching head, I am expecting it. I am waiting for it. But I never really thought I'd ever get it…
But this time, it comes to me… Something I've longed for, something I've always wanted from the moment I set my eyes on her.
