"Tamarro Forever" presents... Hello, again - A fan fiction by Lady Athena

Hello, again

By Lady Athena

Hello, Again

Jean stood on a cliff, looking out at the blue sea. He was twenty and he hadn't seen her for two years.

He sighed as he remembered her, like he often did. He could remember how she felt in his arms, how they kissed, and how beautiful she was. He mostly remembered her eyes and how green and expressive they could be in the sunlight.

He hung his head low. He should have left with her that day. He should have told her how he felt.

"I miss her," he murmured. And he did, he really did. Their last adventure was something he'd cherish for all time.

Jean heard footsteps behind him. Thinking it was his uncle; he turned around, expecting to see a man with a brown mustache. Instead, he saw a girl his age with dark skin, black hair, and large, piercing green eyes. She was wearing the dress he had last seen her in.

"Nadia!" he exclaimed, emotionally. He felt his heart pounding so fast by the very sight of her.

Nadia dropped her bags and wrapped her slender arms around his shoulders.

"I told you I'd come back, after I finished my book," she said, her eyes shining with tears.

Jean held her tightly to himself. "You kept your promise."

The two held each other, while attempting to sink in everything about the other.

Nadia pulled back slightly, but let her arms rest around Jean's neck.

"You have no idea how much I missed you," she told him, her voice thick with something he could not recognize.

"Nadia, I need to tell you something. I need to tell you this before you leave again," he said, looking right into her eyes.

"I'm never leaving you again," she said. "When we were on that ship, I told you I couldn't live without you. I meant every word of it."

"Do you – could you love me?" he asked, hopefully.

Nadia chuckled softly. "I have for a long time, silly."

Jean took a deep breath. "I love you, too."

"So you never had feelings for that Fuzzy girl?"

"I never felt for her, what I feel for you," he replied as he placed a hand on her right cheek.

"Jean?"

"Yes, Nadia?"

"Are you ever going to kiss me?"

He grinned sheepishly at her. She looked at him with a smirk playing on her lips. She could tell that he was nervous.

"Jean, sometime this year would be nice," she said, grinning.

Jean laughed nervously. "Umm…right." So, he lowered his mouth onto hers. Nadia felt her heart soar as she kissed him back.

They had never kissed so intensely before that moment. So much love and passion flowed through that one kiss, which made it seem endless and everlasting.

- the end -