Tears so beautiful...

Actually I didn't want to write any stuff except the story in the artist's comment but today I just have to do it.xD two things. First I watched P.S. I love you yesterday again and yeah.. when I watched it the first time I found it sad and romantic and everything but I did not cry. But yesterday.. I nearly cried my eyes out. I mean, really? It's not thaat sad, isn't it? Anyway. Next thing is that I caught a really bad cold and had to stay at home since wednesday, coughing and sneezing all the time. duh.>___< Well good thing is: I have loaads of time to draw. And I started my next mammoth project..xD Competing with all the riders of my stable at s dragon hunt.
Enough personal now. Let's get started with the story.

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It seems like all the noises around me were muted with the moment he turned to me. I just see his eyes- the few seconds he needs to recognize me. A hoarse croak escapes me when I open my mouth to say something. It feels as if some kind of huge knot formed in my throat, choking me, causing tears to make my vision blurry. I swallow heavily and stare at a certain point between my shoes, hiding my weakness from him. "R..Rikke...?" barely a whisper but I can hear it clearly. "What happened to you?" I look up at him again. His eyes are huge with no sign of disappointment or anger in them, just surprise and dismay. He reaches out to my face and I feel his fingers on my cheek, light and gentle like a butterfly. "It's been a long time. Where have you been? Your father didn't want to tell me." He frowns and smiles slightly. "Apparently he really hates me." It makes me snicker but the answers and explanations I owe him make my stomach hurt. "I... it's hard to explain. I've done everything wrong. It's all my fault." I can't hold the tears back anymore, they just keep on falling. I bury my face in my hands, sobs make me shiver. "You always supported me and I just fled like a coward. I failed you." I feel like a complete moron for walking the way from Denmark to Sweden just to stand here and cry but it wouldn't stop. Suddenly I feel his hand on my shoulder. He lifts my head and forces me to look him in the eyes. "Listen." he said in a low voice, "I was never disappointed in you. Not a single second. One can't do everything right. No one can. You're far from perfect and this makes you so much more likable. I'm glad that I could see you again finally." He pulls me into a tight hug. Every dark thought, every doubt, every feeling of guilt that has held me down for the last years died in the new flood of tears but I'm not sad anymore. It'S more like a heavy weight was lifted from my shouldes and for the first time for ages I could breathe freely. I hold on to Yan tightly and hear a faint whisper near to my ear.
like the whistle of the wind...
nearly noisless...
"I missed you..."




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Yan and Rikke by me