Cyrus shuffled his feet, trying incredibly hard to overcome his nervousness. He’d attempted three times to knock on the door now, and each time he’d chickened out at the last second. Come on, Cyrus, you’re stronger than this. You can do it. But as many times as he reassured himself, he still couldn’t knock. He paced in front of the door for a little bit. He stretched. He sat down. He stood up. He repeated. This went on for quite a while, breaking every now and again for a failed attempt at knocking.
Finally, about twenty minutes after he’d started, Cyrus shut his eyes and turned towards the door, pounding on it more violently than he’d intended. He jumped back a bit and waiting, feeling the Butterfree in his stomach do somersaults. Two antagonizing minutes later, the door opened, and there was Cynthia.
“Cyrus? What is it?” she asked. Cyrus grabbed her hand and all but pulled her out of her house.
“Come with me!” he said, dashing down the ledges of Celestic Town and dragging Cynthia with him. She voiced a few complaints but for the most part followed along. Eventually, they ended up at the ruins in the center of the town. Cyrus screeched to a stop, and Cynthia crashed into him, wrapping her arms around him to keep herself from falling. Cyrus wrapped his own arms around her and steadied her. “Sorry,” he said softly.
“It’s fine,” she said with a smile. Across her face was an adorable pink blush, and Cyrus suddenly felt a longing to stroke her cheek. “Um, so, what is it that you wanted, Cyrus?” she asked, almost a whisper.
“I…just wanted to see you,” he replied. She laughed quietly, a laugh that sounded like chiming bells.
“You made it sound much more important than that,” she said, smiling.
“Well, seeing you is really important,” he said, smiling back.
Then he pulled her close into a tight embrace, and she hugged him back, leaning her head under his neck. He ran his hands up and down her back comfortingly, rocking her back and forth ever so slightly, suddenly feeling, knowing, that this was where he belonged. She began to hum quietly, a lullaby, and he closed his eyes and rocked along to the beat. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, and Cyrus would have stayed there for that long, had he been able. But softly, he pulled away just a bit, opening his eyes and looking down into Cynthia’s. He took one of his hands and cupped it around her cheek, lifting it ever so slightly.
“Hey, Cynthia?” he asked.
“Yes?” she replied, voice barely audibly.
He smiled. “Love. Check.”
And then he leaned in to kiss her.
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Well, I hope you liked it! I'm actually pretty proud of this one...
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