Hey guys! So, this chapter is a bit mushier? I find myself loving to write some deeper meanings to love and how it feels to really want someone. This chapter focuses on Izzy and Celina (an OC from Darkest Shade). I hope you all enjoy :)
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5. My Thoughts On You
It had been a week since he had found her at the library, browsing the history books in hopes of finding a glimpse into the past. A glimpse into what someone else had thought of the Reckoning. The two had become almost inseparable since then.
"Izzy…" She said, a bright smile on her face as he passed her the small, pocket-sized journal he kept with him during his journey through the different factions. "You know I can't keep this… It holds so many memories and information." He shook his head, urging her to take the small journal.
"No… This journal isn't of my memories of the factions, it consists of my memories of you…" He pressed the journal into the palm of her hand, leaning in and placing his lips on her cheek, "Read it later," he whispered into her ear, "to know I never stopped loving you through the separation and the fights." Celina accepted the notebook, smiling as she pressed her lips against his. "I love you, Koushiro Izumi…" He smiled as she used his whole name, enjoying the lack of his nickname the longer she hung around.
Celina snuggled under her covers, sitting up in her bed as she flicked the light on her bedside on. Reaching for her glasses, Celina placed them on her nose and got settled. She flipped the journal in her hands, smiling at the words etched into the dark brown cover.
"These are my thoughts on you."
"Oh Izzy… You're going to make me cry, aren't you…" She smiled to herself, flipping to the first page and hoping she wouldn't have trouble reading his chicken scratch.
-3 August-
Dear Celina,
Over the past few months I have realized you mean more to me than I know how to put into words… And for that, I am so sorry. I wish I was as good with words as you are with leading a whole army. It is truly amazing what you do. I am writing my thoughts on paper in hopes that one day this journal will find its way into your hands. I hope my thoughts are spoken clearly and loud enough for you to hear.
I'm sitting against the cold, stone wall of an old building watching you shake your head at soldiers who are so much bigger than you. This was the first thing I found in you that I couldn't help but admire. That was, until I learned how hard you can make someone fall for you.
Celina, I fell for you harder than the hail that pounded against the thin windows of the library.
Celina smiled, her heart fluttering as the page ended. Her fingers quickly gripped the thin paper, flipping the page to the next.
-27 August-
My dear Celina,
You have made me yours in more ways than I could have ever thought a woman could. You gave fall a new meaning. Yes, it is my favorite season, but that combined with the way my heart aches for you is almost tragic. You kissed me today, but it wan't the first time. With you, every time is the first time.
Your lips sang to me louder than the wind that whips between crisp leaves in fall. How you do this to me, I do not know.
Though the not was short, Celina felt the impact of it. Izzy was never a man of words, but his writing seemed to place her on a pedestal in his mind. It's not that she didn't know he loved her, she definitely did, but the words scratched on the paper deepened her understanding.
-13 December-
Hello journal,
I've been too busy to write my thoughts down… They are a tad jumbled right now. I ended up back in faction 2, I do not know how, with an old friend. I will admit, my love, if you are reading this, that I did have feelings for this girl in high school.
After meeting you and sharing a love as real as ours, I've realized I only liked this woman's hair. Your love compares to no one's, I miss you more everyday.
-3 January-
I went to the bar tonight. I know you hate it when I drink, it dims my character according to you. I didn't drink for anything in particular. I had my usual, whiskey and tonic. I'm not sure what it is, my Celina, but the alcohol doesn't numb the pain of missing someone you love like the moves claim.
I didn't drink much in faction 1. Not because you looked down on it, but because you were my drink of choice. You were my whiskey. And damn if staying sober isn't the hardest thing.
Celina blinked back tears, remembering how much she missed him all of those times they had been separated. She was never sure if she would see him again and that was the hardest thing for her.
She grabbed a tissue, her fingers shaking a bit as she flipped the corner to her next note.
-14 March-
I can't sleep tonight. I'm back in faction 1 with you curled against my side. It's a bit past midnight and we just exchanged a copious amount of love. I'm not sure how many times I can say your name and grow tired of it. Your name is timeless on my lips. Your name sounds best at midnight.
She let out a small laugh, remembering the night clear as day. Her cheeks flushed at the memory of him whispering her name as they sealed their love, two bodies becoming one.
-30 June-
I've made it to faction 2 again. I'm growing tired of Jumping between these worlds without you by my side. For some reason, my body is growing fatigued every time I am forced to realize you still haven't made the Jump with me.
My body has never experienced addiction, but missing you makes me wonder if an addiction is easier to endure.
Celina bit her lip, closing the small journal as she let the tears fall freely from her green eyes. She had missed him so much and he never expressed the pain he had been feeling through the distance and Jumps. She grabbed her phone, swiping the screen before she landed on his name. She texted him, needing to see him immediately.
She paced the front hall of her small house, impatiently waiting for his knuckles to to echo a knock through her wooden door. *Knock Knock* Running to the door, Celina opened it. Her arms flew around his neck as she hurried her face into his chest.
Izzy scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, unsure as to why she was suddenly so upset. "Celina…?" She shook her head, her eyes peering up at him as she smiled, "Izzy… It was beautiful. The notes you left me were beautiful…" He smiled at her, lowering his face to her's. "I'm sorry I was never able to say them in person…" He chuckled, blushing.
Celina giggled, pulling him into her house, "I love you." She breathed, finding his lips as she deepened the kiss. Izzy didn't fight it. He let his hands explore her figure, a form he memorized and let haunt his dreams. She pulled away, smiling at him again.
"Let me be your morning coffee…?" She chuckled, trying her best to be poetic. Izzy laughed, raising his eyebrows, "Impressive. I think… I get it?" She rolled her eyes, finding her lips on his neck. "How about you let me show you the meaning," her words were playfully and daring. And boy did Izzy learn the meaning.