The dawn had not yet fully risen, as the sky was painted with captivating shades of silver-purple; the dark hues of night were softly intertwining with the warm orange glow of the first light. A gentle morning breeze whispered from the east, caressing Rinoa's long hair as she sat beside Fitran on the moss-covered crystal cliff. The surface of the cliff sparkled in the morning dew, providing a refreshing coolness, while below them, mist rolled softly like a delicate blanket, concealing a world still in recovery—yet here, above it all, there were only the two of them.
Rinoa leaned slightly toward Fitran, her body still weak, but the sparkle in her eyes radiated warmth, as if her soul was ignited by the last light she possessed. With a racing heartbeat, as if the world around them had vanished, she softly whispered, "Isn't it funny... every dawn we witness... feels like the first time." Rinoa's voice resonated in the deep silence, heavy with meaning, enveloping them in an unforgettable moment.
Fitran gazed at the sky beginning to glow, as the red light slowly crept across the horizon, forming a beautiful gradient that burned like a canvas brushed by the hands of an artist. In his eyes, which still held the spirit of a warrior from long, exhausting nights of battle, there lay a gentle silence, as if reminding him of the vulnerabilities hidden behind strength. He knew what was about to happen—moment by moment, Rinoa's memories would fade, like morning fog gradually disappearing under the scorching sun. It wasn't due to the scars left behind, but rather the cost of sealing Malakothies: the harmony created had to sacrifice the disharmony—an agonizing choice they had to accept, akin to the separation of two souls bound together. Rinoa's past, filled with pain, love, and chaos... including the beautiful memories of the two of them, would be swept away by the currents of time.
Fitran replied softly, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion, "You will forget it all, won't you? Everything... including me." As those bitter words left his lips, a sharp pain pierced his heart, as if each word were a needle stabbing into his deepest recesses, breaking the haunting silence of the night. This anguish was not merely about loss, but also about the painful reminder that love is not always pure and inevitable.
In that tense moment, Rinoa stepped closer, and the world seemed to freeze, silencing all the noise around them as their lips met in a deep, lingering kiss. It felt like blending the vibrant colors of a sunset, with shades of orange and red swirling around them, and a sweet essence overflowing from her soul. The kiss, though brief, conveyed all the pent-up emotions—a battle between hope and loss, unspoken longing, as if time repeatedly offered a yearning that would never be fulfilled. Their heartbeats harmonized, creating a rhythm only they could hear, as if the world outside bore silent witness to a love that was at risk of being lost.
In Fitran's mind, memories of their time together with Rinoa flashed like echoes—laughter that flowed like music and dreams full of color yet to be realized. Meanwhile, Rinoa felt a suffocating fear of loss; with every passing second, she knew the bridge connecting the past and the future was becoming increasingly fragile. She grasped Fitran's hand tighter, sensing the warmth fading within that kiss, as if she wanted to hold on to this moment forever, even though it would soon come to an end. Although their love might be forgotten by time, this feeling... would never fade, even amid the bewildering fog.
Rinoa smiled softly, like the last flower blooming before the winter, standing gracefully amidst the gentle cold wind blowing at the edge of the glistening crystal cliff. "No. I will forget your name… the place we first met, the words we spoke… But this feeling… I can't kill it, even if the entire universe asks me to." Her voice trembled, as if each word that escaped her lips was a fragment of her heart expressed with sincerity, creating an emotional bridge connecting the two of them.
She turned her face, gazing at Fitran with wet yet bright eyes, radiating deep hope and fear. "You know… love is not just a memory. Love is the trace left behind, even when all the memories crumble into pieces. And I know… when I wake up later, not as the Avatar of Harmony, I might not recognize you. Yet, my heart will still race at the sight of you. For no clear reason. With no binding logic. Because that's what love is, isn't it?"
Fitran felt his heartbeat racing, as if the sounds of uncertainty and sorrow intertwined within him, stirring emotions that were hard to contain. The atmosphere around them was thick with swirling mist below, creating a mystic and emotionally charged backdrop for this parting. He had fought against the emptiness that ensnared him and challenged the laws of reality, yet he could not escape the profound sadness that gripped his soul.
"I will be there," he finally said, his voice almost trembling as it broke through the thick silence of the night, "Even if you forget everything, even if one day you come to hate me, I will still stand on this side of the world… waiting for you. And if love is real, then one new morning, as dawn touches the horizon… we will sit here again. Perhaps without names, without the stories that bind us… but our hearts will remain the same."
As Fitran's voice gently echoed in the chilly night air, Rinoa reached out softly, their fingers intertwining, feeling warm like a small ember glowing in the darkness. With a gaze full of hope, Rinoa finally spoke, "Then promise me, Fitran…" Calling his name, perhaps for the last time, her voice was tender yet pierced deep within, holding onto hope against unease. "If I don't know you later… you will make me fall in love again." Her heartbeat quickened, resonating in a beautiful harmony, as if each beat invited them closer together.
In this emotional moment, an invisible magnet drew them closer, as if time stood still for a brief moment. Fitran could feel every heartbeat of Rinoa vibrating, as if the sound of her heart became one with the rhythm of his soul. As they leaned in closer, the world around them faded away, becoming a blur in the backdrop of their story. The kiss they shared was a blend of warmth and sadness, gentle yet filled with longing, where their tongues danced to a single rhythm, and all the repressed desire was unleashed in a tight embrace, warming each other's souls. All the pain from this parting submerged into one magical moment as they acknowledged the unspoken love, felt through the soft touch of their lips, creating an unbreakable bond.
Rinoa felt the vibrations flowing from the kiss, washing away all doubts and fears, replacing them with a profound sweetness, as if that kiss were a bridge to heaven. Though she wrestled with questions about a bleak future in her mind, at that moment, all she desired existed in this kiss and within Fitran, who became the center of her universe.
Fitran nodded, a smile appearing that he could not hide, even amidst the pain enveloping his heart. His heartbeat thudded loudly, as if providing the music for every word that touched his lips: "Even if the world ends a thousand times, I will make you fall in love a million times." His voice trembled, wrapped in hope and longing, flowing within an uncontainable ocean of emotion.
Rinoa gazed deeply into his eyes, attempting to interpret the emotional nuances that radiated from them, sparkling like stars in the dark night. A thin mist swirled beneath the crystal cliffs, shimmering with rainbow hues, as if creating a beautiful backdrop for this stunning yet painful moment. Slowly, she leaned in closer, feeling the soft air whispering, as if encouraging her steps towards an eternal feeling. Their lips met in a gentle kiss, yet each touch was imbued with profound sorrow, weaving a tapestry of emotions that was difficult to comprehend. Time seemed to freeze around them, the heartbeat slowed, adding to the emotional weight that filled the space between them, saturated with unexpressed love.
In that kiss, tears streamed down Rinoa's face—not out of fear, but from the realization that this was the quietest farewell: an ending without death. Her delicate fingers trembled as they brushed against Fitran's face, as if wanting to carve her final mark there, creating an eternal bond between senses and feelings that were hard to articulate. "If only we could turn back time," she thought hopefully, "but this is the reality we must face."
Fitran returned the kiss calmly, even as a storm of emotions raged within his chest. Every gentle squeeze of Rinoa's fingers intertwined with his felt like a defiance against the relentless passage of time. He closed his eyes, feeling silent tears fall, the salty essence sinking into his soul, a bittersweet reminder of the world they once knew as 'us.' "Should I let you go?" this question swirled in his mind, never finding a sufficient answer.
As their lips parted, Fitran continued to gaze into Rinoa's face, which was slowly losing the bright light that usually reflected her joy. Enveloped by a soft, waving mist, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a suffocating silence. He spoke not a word, instead holding onto everything—tender gazes, overflowing love, and chilling sadness—deep within himself. "All of this is a memory, it will never fade…" his heart whispered, striving to embrace it all in a painful shroud of silence.
The dawn broke, casting a soft light that transformed the sky into a golden canvas. In that first light, tears fell from Rinoa's eyes, like shards of clear glass wiping away the shadows of her past. She closed her eyes, as if trying to hold onto the stunning beauty around her—the gentle whisper of the morning breeze. When she opened them again, the world seemed to transform into a completely new place, filled with hope and dreams.
Fitran stood still, his heart pounding like a war drum, conveying messages amidst the silence. He gazed at Rinoa, storing every memory of her movements—her enchanting smile, her resonant laughter, and even the tears that now gently fell—within his ardent chest, all alone. The crystal cliffs behind them sparkled, reflecting the soft light, while a fine mist drifted slowly beneath, as if nature itself bore witness, aware of the silence behind this parting.
Suddenly, they drew closer to each other, and in the silence adorned with hope, their lips met gently, as if time had halted its march. A warm sensation surged between them, Fitran's heartbeat resonating loudly in his ears, so powerful that it nearly drowned out all other sounds, while the world around them seemed to fade away into a meaningful silence. In this precious moment, all doubts and fears melted away, merging into the beauty of their connection, as if time and space belonged solely to the two of them. Rinoa felt the wave of vibration from Fitran's voice, his soft whisper penetrating her soul,
"Remember me," delicately captured in that kiss, creating a promise between them. And the world welcomed the morning with thousands of newly risen lights, unaware that behind that radiance lay a love reborn—despite losing its name and history—while within their hearts, an inner struggle continued: cherishing beautiful moments, feeling the loss, and loving with all their souls.