Allen Walker felt lost and lonely as he sat under a tree which leaves were beginning to change colors and fall.

But who wouldn't be? The very place he would give his life for, the place he called home was holding him under suspicion for siding with the enemy. It wasn't as if he asked to be the container of the 14h, to know that he might kill all those important to him.

It wasn't as if he wanted his life to be torn apart, his very beliefs shattered, and his hope smashed to pieces that he couldn't repair.

Letting out a choked sob, he couldn't hold back the tears that began to flow uncontrollably from his silver eyes, and down his pale cheeks, and Allen was thankful that Link hadn't found him yet. Trying to wipe away the tears unsuccessfully, he didn't see the figure approach him; he didn't hear the snap of a twig, or the small gasp.

But he did feel sudden warmth, when the figure hugged him. He could smell the overwhelming scent of ash with a mixture of cedar, a unique smell that belonged to only one person he knew. Without even having to look, he instantly knew who it was.

"Lavi," he whispered, voice cracking when he spoke. "It's not fair."

Lavi took the smaller boy into his arms and whispered, "I know Allen, I know."

Allen could only continue to cry, he couldn't stop, and it was only Lavi who he could do this in front of.

Lavi, who could make a bad day better.

Lavi, who loved him, and he loved back.

Lavi, who would kiss him sweetly.

Lavi, who… was Lavi, who in his view was perfect in every way, his smile, his laugh, everything.

Clutching Lavi's shirt desperately, and burying his face in the older male's chest, Allen continued to cry, and cry, and all Lavi could do was hold him and whisper sweet condolences:

"It'll be okay." "Everything's all right." "Don't worry, things'll get better."

Even though Allen knew that these words weren't true, both he and Lavi both wished desperately that they would be, that everything would be okay, that things were alright. They both prayed that God would bring them salvation, and that He would save their souls from the destruction that was wrought upon them because of the war they were fighting.

After what seemed like hours to the both of them, Allen's tears began to stop flowing.

"I'm sorry, I got your shirt wet," he whispered, looking up at the red-head, a smile that though smaller than his usual ones, was thrice as beautiful, and happy, formed on his lips.

Lavi only smiled back, planting a small, gentle kiss on Allen's soft, rosy lips. A kiss that, though no words were spoken, said: 'I love you.' Allen's heart soared, and still holding unto Lavi, he whispered against his lover's lips:

"I love you too."

The gentle kiss, which was much more passionate than it seemed, that lasted only moments that conveyed all their love for each other, was all Allen needed to make him happy. And, even if just for a while, all the torn, smashed, and shattered pieces of Allen Walker were repaired as if by magic.

Only Lavi could do this to him, only his lover could make a bad day better like he did, only the stupid rabbit could make Allen truly smile.

He was the one that kept him afloat, he was the one who kept him from collapsing in defeat, and only he was the one who could make his heart soar like it was.