Z is for Zutto (ずっと-Japanese for "always" or "forever)
Allen sleeping.
It was the first thing Rio saw when she opened her eyes. She blinked, confused for a moment, before relaxing.
Right…she had stayed over. She was here with Allen now. And they had-
She blushed, the night before beginning to replay over in her mind.
They had done…that.
She felt embarrassed, being there with Allen in that morning moment, yet she also felt an indescribable happiness bubble inside of her, as if everything now was…perfect.
Raising one of her hands out from the covers, Rio brushed some red hair out of Allen's face, her fingers gently caressing his skin.
It had occurred to her only yesterday that she had never seen Allen without his glasses. He had carefully taken them off and looked at her with his sweet eyes.
"Like what you see?" he had asked as her own eyes widened and her mouth turned agape. "Be honored princess, not many people see me like this."
Now, bathed in morning light, the stylist's glasses' free face was hers and hers alone.
"Allen." she said softly.
Pressing her hand against his cheek, she lightly kissed him, allowing her lips to linger on his for as long as she wanted.
"I love you." she whispered, when she finally chose to pull away. "And I promise to always love you…Zuuto zutto…." she whispered, her voice beginning to trail off as her eyes closed and her head leaned on his chest.
"Is that a proposal?"
Rio stiffened. Pulling herself away, she looked up at her "sleeping" boyfriend.
Allen slowly opened his eyes, a smirk appearing on his lips. "Because if I remember correctly, you wanted a prince to suddenly give you a Blue Feather."
A shocked gasp emanated from Rio. She quickly jerked back, a look of utter surprise and embarrassment painting over her face.
"Y-yeah." she answered, her cheeks feeling hot. She moved back further, as if to get out of the bed the two were in, but was stopped by Allen's hand.
"I can't promise you that I act like a 'prince' all the time…" he said, his own cheeks now tinged a slight pink. "…But I do swear that I will never ever leave you side." He released the farmer as his smirk melted into a smile.
"Look in that drawer right next to you Rio."
Rio blinked. Tearing her gaze away from his, she cautiously turned to her side and slowly raised herself. Reaching out, she opened the drawer and-
Another gasp escaped her lips, this time a faster, breathier one. Inside the drawer, crumpled as if hastily hidden away, was-
A Blue Feather.
Two arms suddenly wrapped around her body.
"A-Allen?" she squeaked, "This is-!?... Are you-?"
"M-marry me." Allen said, his embarrassed voice muffled by her neck. "Marry me and I swear to make you as happy as you made me."
A silence came between the two. Rio, still shocked at what had happened, what had occurred, could only gape.
"…"
"…"
"…"
"..."
"Yes." she finally whispered. "Yes…yes…. yes….!"
The stylist breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes as the farmer whispered, over and over again,
"Yes."
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(Implied post-smexy time. Don't get me wrong though, they totally did it.)
Harvest Moon is a Japanese game, so for this chapter I wanted to bring it full circle.
I think….we're done. Wow. We're done. All the letters, accomplished. I can't believe it. Did I really write this? I honestly don't know how to feel.
Thank you. THANK YOU! Thank you everybody who's favorited, followed, and reviewed this story! I'm so happy….and yet sad. Now they'll be no more AllenxRio story out there getting updated.
But still, I'm glad I wrote this. I really, truly am. And I'm glad that you guys stayed with me, from A to Z.
I guess that's that. This has been I'll Break Your Heart, now signing off.
Thanks for reviewing: numbuh44, CrimsonCrush, imaginebelieve, Redhead Nerdette
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P.S.
I wanted to mention that there were some ideas I REALLY wanted to do, but they didn't fit with this story's "plot." Here they are:
A is for Accessories
B is for Blue Eastern Dress
F is for Fashion
M is for Maid
P is for Princess
R is for Red Eastern Dress
U is for Underwear (yes, I would've written this one.)
W is for Wedding