Demigod in the Manger
376 Words
Raye could only gasp.
As always, people seemed to make way for her fragile beauty, and the guy on the bass guitar went to escort her to Seiya's side.
The audience was enthralled.
As if by magic, Seiya opened his eyes, feeling a presence beside him. He could not sing anymore
"Princess..." he uttered.
Darien's stiffened in his seat. My prince, she had called him that first night. Could she have been thinking of...
Serena could not bring to raise her head. She did not believe it then. She could not believe it—ever. Did he love her? Seiya did?
Oh, he does! And now he's so miserable because she could not return his feelings. And she was miserable, too.
Oh, this is all so rotten, she cried inside. And the tears fell from her eyes like precious bits of crystals.
"Don't cry, my love," Seiya whispered, too loud that the crowd heard. He turned to them. "Minna-san, this is my—"
Serena held his hand to hold back whatever it was he was going to say. She shook her head. He understood. There was sadness in Seiya's eyes, but another fire was lit in them, too. He was... happy, restlessly so.
"Okay," he just said. "Here, for you." He handed the rose to her.
She looked like sixteen in her long blue dress. It seemed a long time before she accepted the flower.
And in his seat, Darien was fuming. Angry. Because never, in their time together, had he ever returned the favor—of that single rose that she gave him when they first met. He had never given her a rose. He had given her all sorts of flowers, except the one she liked best.
And this Seiya was doing it for her now.
Damn it! He didn't love her, so why did it matter?
Darien was unaware that his eyes had glinted dangerously at the pair on stage. She stepped forward, her hand still holding Seiya's arm. She was crying, and Seiya used his palm to gently dry her tears.
She's crying for him... Darien thought mutinously.
She looked at the rose, then at Seiya. She raised herself on her toes. And kissed him.
Applause. Lights out.
Darien was furious.
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