Battered (Pleas, Part Eight)

A year had passed and they finally had a lead. She'd been keeping a low profile (which he found odd) especially after the brief glimpse they had caught nine months ago.

But now there was a rumor of an infamous con back in action and not up to her game. Through much persistence, patience, and hard work, they'd gotten a location and were on their way.

He'd run ahead of the others, calling out her name. A small hut allowed him in as he burst open the door, stopping short.

Her battered body greeted him, sprawled daintily across the floor.

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Ache (Pleas, Part Seven)

Six months had passed. It had gotten to the point where it literally ached to think of him. She longed to simply see him, to catch a passing glance of him in a crowd. She'd found a place to stay for a while and she'd made a friend or two. She wished to let out her pain to them but was afraid they'd find her childish. She wanted to run home, to take the initiative, to find him herself but was afraid of the rejection she was sure she'd be handed. So, impatiently, she waited for him to find her.

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Find (Pleas, Part Six)

He had figured her out. Somehow, he knew. From what she could tell, it scared him. He figured out her flirtations towards him weren't simply part of her nature, but true, sincere…if not playful. She'd unwittingly let it slip and, this time, he believed her. She could plainly tell this knowledge unnerved him… it sure as hell scared her.

Being the coward she truly was, she'd run. She made certain to let go of all physical affiliation with him yet she was learning her heart and mind refused to let go.

So now she waited for him to find her.

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Smile (Pleas, Part Five)

His smile had made her smile. That familiar twinkle in his eye had made her heart swell with an inexpressible happiness. She couldn't explain it. Him just being there made the world a brighter place, however much she hated to admit it.

She didn't need more than a smile out of him to make her world complete. She knew everyone else would laugh at her simple, schoolgirl like crush. But she also knew it wasn't that simple. For the first time in her life, she actually was in love with someone.

Too bad that smile had only been a dream.

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Pretend (Pleas, Part Four)

She wouldn't see him again. Of that, she was glad. That's what she told herself, at least. She'd never see any of them again.

For some reason, that made her heart ache. She'd grown to love them. To delight in their friendship. Now she'd lost it.

A few weeks had passed and now she was on a new adventure. She'd accidentally met up with them once. A visit to the old diner and, of course, who happened to show up? She'd said a quick good-bye, a silent prayer and ran out.

Pretend you don't notice his eyes on your back.

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Imprint (Pleas, Part Three)

Forever was the image imprinted in her mind. The split second image, yet stuck with her until all eternity.

Just get it over with and do it.

His eyes closed, his lips pure and pink. Closer and closer as she reached her head forward and went up on her toes. Then black as lips touched. Turn around. Don't look at him. Blink back the tears. Run away. Run forever. Leave behind the tender memories.

No, the memories would never leave. They were stuck there, always taunting her.

And that image was imprinted. Imprinted as to never leave her in peace.

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No Longer (Pleas, Part Two)

Never had she felt like this before. She felt utterly exhausted, yes, but also hopeless beyond all repair. Her tears and pleas had died out hours before and now she could only lay on the floor, her eyes closed but unable to slip into slumber.

No one would bother her, of that she was positive. The one person who ever would have bothered her no longer cared. No longer was there to hold her in his arms and assure her that everything was all right, everything was okay.

She was alone. No longer would she try.

She was completely alone.

Maybe I should warn you now... This story is a tragedy. There is no happiness in this thing.