[ If she insisted that he wait, he would have yielded as well. If they were in public, he may not have even brought it up at all. But here, where he feels safe and sound and no one else can see or share in this moment (except big bro) Cloud is grateful she's allowing him to do so. Even if it it embarrasses her doing so. ]
To my dearest Cloud...
[ ... Wait. Already, he can see just how much she's written down upon these pages. He stops for a moment, looking back up to Ayaka with her gift in hand. He hasn't even begun to read it yet and he already can feel butterflies fluttering in his stomach. So much so that he can't help the tickled huff of a laugh that leaves him as he smiles for her. Right. Tempted as he was to sit down with her for this, he also feels that if they do that, they just might get distracted all over again. The little smile he leaves for her before returning to the letter is one of reassurance.
He trusts her. The fact she even has a gift for him on her birthday was enough to catch him off guard. His gentle eyes continue to peruse the pristine handwriting, word for word. Sentence for sentence. Every one just as precious as the last. She poses a question to him in such a poetic fashion... Did the sky look the same for him in Tokyo as it did for her in Kyoto? Would it be the same back on Gaia? If they do share the same sky...and she's somewhere out there... ]
Hahah...
[ '-it is because my world has been so small, my views so limited, until the day I met you.'
There she goes again. Eloquent compared to him, yet it feels like she's reading his mind even in literature form. It's just like the stage. The movie that, as time goes on and the premier draws nearer, he wishes he could show to more and more people. No matter how big or little their role. Cloud and Ayaka may value their privacy, but she's the one responsible for breaking those barriers down. Piece by piece. Layer by layer. Until all that remains is a man who couldn't wait to tell anyone who marvels at the beautiful girl on the big screen,
"That's my girlfriend."
And when people who ask that spiky haired boy was that came from a countryside village and melted the heart of that beautiful girl,
"That's my beau."
As she lay dying in his arms and the audience's hearts are pulled by emotion,
"That'smylove."
]
I will always be yours...
[ Deja vu... She's filled him with this same feeling before. Back in Nara, beneath the ancient grand tree that safeguarded its many inhabitants. As flows of spiky hair gradually turn from golden blond to waves of icy blue, he lowers the pages to stare straight back at her once more. ]
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(except big bro)Cloud is grateful she's allowing him to do so. Even if it it embarrasses her doing so. ]To my dearest Cloud...
[ ... Wait. Already, he can see just how much she's written down upon these pages. He stops for a moment, looking back up to Ayaka with her gift in hand. He hasn't even begun to read it yet and he already can feel butterflies fluttering in his stomach. So much so that he can't help the tickled huff of a laugh that leaves him as he smiles for her. Right. Tempted as he was to sit down with her for this, he also feels that if they do that, they just might get distracted all over again. The little smile he leaves for her before returning to the letter is one of reassurance.
He trusts her. The fact she even has a gift for him on her birthday was enough to catch him off guard. His gentle eyes continue to peruse the pristine handwriting, word for word. Sentence for sentence. Every one just as precious as the last. She poses a question to him in such a poetic fashion... Did the sky look the same for him in Tokyo as it did for her in Kyoto? Would it be the same back on Gaia? If they do share the same sky...and she's somewhere out there... ]
Hahah...
[ '-it is because my world has been so small, my views so limited, until the day I met you.'
There she goes again. Eloquent compared to him, yet it feels like she's reading his mind even in literature form. It's just like the stage. The movie that, as time goes on and the premier draws nearer, he wishes he could show to more and more people. No matter how big or little their role. Cloud and Ayaka may value their privacy, but she's the one responsible for breaking those barriers down. Piece by piece. Layer by layer. Until all that remains is a man who couldn't wait to tell anyone who marvels at the beautiful girl on the big screen,
"That's my girlfriend."
And when people who ask that spiky haired boy was that came from a countryside village and melted the heart of that beautiful girl,
"That's my beau."
As she lay dying in his arms and the audience's hearts are pulled by emotion,
I will always be yours...
[ Deja vu... She's filled him with this same feeling before. Back in Nara, beneath the ancient grand tree that safeguarded its many inhabitants. As flows of spiky hair gradually turn from golden blond to waves of icy blue, he lowers the pages to stare straight back at her once more. ]
Your Ayaka.