A Mirror That Helps Us See

[Sora Blake]

To be frank, Sora wanted to do much more than kiss Brittany on her forehead. He physically had to restrain himself from acting on his lesser and more feral emotions. It would just complicate an already delicate situation. He imagined Brittany as a cute, little bunny, where one sudden move can cause her to jolt away from Sora forever. Continuing with his train of images, he saw her in his mind's eye as a full-bodied white bunny, then into her regular self with an enlarged bunny's head, before settling on the image of her with bunny ears wearing a rather revealing dress which caused his blood to rise up to his face.

Focus, he told him himself. He had already taken a very primitive view on where they now stood. It seemed to be such a childish stance for someone to take since it had only been a year where they hadn't seen each other, but Sora really felt that they really were strangers now. A year was a long time, especially for ex-lovers.

Sora continued to grin as he watched her take his hand and introduced herself as well. Thankfully, it seemed that she was going to go along with his craziness. Plus, Sora felt that it helped ease the tension between them. Things between them may never be the same as it used to, but hell if Sora wasn't going to try his hardest to make it all better again.

"Nice to meet you, Brittany Garland. I must say, that is such a wonderful name," Sora replied, failing to stifle his chuckle, "I find it easier to make decisions with another person. If you ever need help in making a tough decision, come to me and I'll try my very best to help you with it."

He plopped down with as much grace as a two-legged centaur. He sat indian-style opposite of Brittany, laying his hands across his lap, the gravel feeling hard against his rear yet he didn't care for it. The night was now quiet as the only people it seemed who was awake in Hogsmeade were getting ready to go to sleep. Time had flown by and mostly all of the shopkeepers were closing their stores. He already knew that the band back in the Three Broomsticks were probably playing their final song,

"What did you think of my singing?" Sora asked, cocking his head. He didn't know why he asked the question but it had been lingering in his mind, "It was my first time singing to a crowd and I felt really nervous."

[Brittany Garland]

"Why thank you, I might have to take you up on that." Brittany grinned sincerely, referring to the comment about him helping her make tough decisions.

Although it had been a year since they had seen each other, it had been so much longer since they had been together. The two had reached twenty years of age and they had broken up three years earlier. The last time the two had held a partly civil conversation was two years ago. Since then, their communication had been slim to none. It was a hard thing to believe but they had in reality been apart for quite a long time. Her stomach turned at how long it had been.

As Sora plopped down quite ungracefully, Brittany couldn't help but giggle. He made it look difficult to get down on the ground, almost like he was an old man. She studied the differences that had taken places over the years. Subtle yet there, she wondered if she would have noticed them as much if they had stayed together. She wondered if they would have even taken place. Even with the changes, he was still as handsome as ever.

When he began to speak of his singing, she recalled that song. The lyrics to that song. She remembered how she had thought the song to be about them and how she had wanted to question him of it. Memories reeled past her mind's eye as she called up various things from their past. She wished that they could just go back to those times. Those were so much simpler, so much more fun. There were so many memories that they had together.

Brittany smiled brightly and answered truthfully, "I think that you sing brilliantly. I don't recall you ever even singing to me before." She played with a spare stem of grass that had been set off to the side of her foot. Too curious to stop her self she asked, "Was it about us? The song. You said you wrote it..."

Her brown eyes were concentrating particularly hard on the blade of grass she was playing with as she awaited his answer and explanation.