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Lies Of P fanart

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LIES OF P

Pinocchio x Fem! Reader

Warning[s]: angst

“Love looks with not the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged cupid painted blind.”

✦

Long time ago, (Name) used to have a close friend whom she deeply cherishes. One time, that person was taken away from her too soon due to tragic circumstances and left her completely devastated and lamented on his passing.

One day, she came to encounter the puppet who wants to become a real boy, Pinocchio. Appalled and horrified thinking that there was no way that he was right there, alive and well. The worst thing is, how his face hauntingly resembled the splitting image of her lost childhood friend and near the brink on the verge of fainting.

But, his trait is so different. So much different from him. It left her both confused and ominous at the sheer thought of how this puppet and the friend she had lost shares much resemblance yet, their comparison are so unalike.

As the day passes by, she warmed up to him. Still the light unease of emotion still lingers. Why she shouldn’t be? This person has the face of her beloved childhood friend that’s why! And then, long after she learnt that this person— or at first that is what she thought— that this boy was a puppet. A puppet and he is looking for his father named Geppetto. The first thing that came to her mind that Geppetto might be in the state of agony and grief and he couldn’t fathom from losing his one and only son and it probed him to make a complete replica out of his dead child.

She didn’t want to believe it at first until when he reached for her hand as he took it before placing it gently on his chest to which she had almost let out a yelp from his sudden gesture but stifled it— this boy—a puppet who has his hand firmly pressed over hers. As if he was trying to tell her something but he only looked deep in her eyes. He was serious.

The sensation she felt in her hand made her embarrassed at how the way he was holding it—for quite a long time - as his eyes were still on hers that she sworn that she just felt her heart skip a beat and quickly pulled her hand away, her cheeks burning up like an emerging flame and avoided his stare.

What a peculiar puppet.

She told him that she believed him and felt a sense of sadness drifted through her, because when the moment Pinocchio had took her hand then pressed it towards his chest to where his heart should have been beating,

She couldn’t feel a tinge of pulse.

✦

The more the days passed by, the more she spend her moments of being with him, the more comfortable she grew to felt oddly safe in his presence. Surely that she knew he was a crafted puppet made for slaughtering those crazed-dolls which went out of control and caused the befall of Krat, there are traits of him that he can be so gentle and so delicate. And there are sometimes when he can be so brutal at clashing his swords towards the mechanoids. The thought sent her mind swirling. Her wonder of thoughts were cut when she felt a warm yet— void of any life had touched her head.

“Are you feeling well?” the puppet asked her that it left her silent for a moment, taken aback by his gesture as his hands were akin to a tender touch is placed on top of her had with his bare hand. The puppet noticed that the girl was quiet— as he thought she always has been and there was something in him that made him approached her; some strange and unknown emotion stirred up within him as he was beginning to feel something.. what do you call it? Concern as they call it when Gemini muttered behind him in the tiny cage.

She responded him with a nod, their eyes both locked on each other for quite a mere while before (Name) was the first to break from their gaze. The feeling again beneath her chest emerged as she felt flustered and baffled from his perpetual confusing gestures nonetheless, she probably might soon as well get used by his traits.

✦

It only took quite a long period of time before discovering that she had grew a profound affection and held fondness towards the boy before she even knew it and never saw it coming. She couldn’t help it. She tried to shrug the feelings aside and tell herself that it’s not real and would just fade away for some time. But gods, by the time she realized it, there was no way she could no longer deny it.

She finds herself constantly doing nothing but think of him, deeply enamored of the puppet than she thought possible. Every each passing day and time clocks forth, she grew to love him more and more. How she loves his curious eyes set on one certain thing that he knows yet nothing about and his head would tilt at the side in curiosity to which she finds it tremendously adorable. How she loves it every time he would effortlessly swoop her frame with his arms like she weighed nothing leaving her all fluttered and wordless as she could feel his presence audibly so close to her body, despite him void of any life.

Sometimes, she couldn’t handle P’s unreadable gaze. Because she finds it intense by just looking at blue-oceanic eyes that renders her from holding his eye contact. The way he would gently grab her hand out of the blue and pull her to the side, countering the mechanoid puppet that was about to slice her body in two, the sounds of their swords clashing echoed in the field.

He would scold her later on asking what is wrong with her, or is she feeling well at all? No. She feels sick—in a good way.

“Stay close to me.”

Ah, one simple sentence from him is enough to make her heart swell with warmth and joy tingling in her nerves. The thought of him being protective towards her well-being brings a smile in her lips, her hands clutching at her to calm her pounding heart beneath her chest.

He’s not him.

(Name)’s eyes widened as the voice spoke as it quickly vanish like a thin air. It’s tone eerily similar to hers, her head tilting to the side as if looking to where the voice had came from

He is not him. No matter how you picture it. You know that.

Her eyes shifted to Pinocchio who was admiring the blue butterfly in his index finger, carefully holding it close to him as it wings fluttered, his rosy lips curling up a bit as his eyes gleamed in mirth and an image of beguilement adorned his fair complexions.

What a shame. Replacing your feelings for some mere puppet over your dead beloved?

“You’re wrong.. I.. they’re.. they’re both different.” she murmured, her jaw clenching and throat tightening as began to felt dizzy and could feel the beads of sweat forming in her head and her surroundings became more hard to see.

She felt two hands held her shoulders as she heard the deep voice speaking to her. The voice that she could never get tired of hearing. Pinocchio noticing the girl’s strange state, he went to her without hesitation as he softly grabbed her shoulders asking her if she’s alright.

The girl was snapped out from her reverie and head snapping up towards the boy she had grown fond for, her eyes softening at the sight of his soft and beautiful features in front of her that it makes her want to vanish inside his warmth. She reassured him that she was alright, grabbing both of his hands that were placed on each side of her slender shoulders as she gently pulled them away and smiling up at him and telling him she’ll go back to the manor before walking ahead from him. The puppet wanted to accompany her but he felt that she needed some time to herself alone. The manor was just close by so there are no puppets roaming around.

“It seems that something is bothering that girl, buddy ol’pal.” Gemini spoke from behind Pinocchio as he hummed in agreement, his eyes locked on her retreating figure.

“What do you intend to do about it?” asked the cricket whom was dangling in the cage behind Pinocchio’s back.

“I… What should I do?” the puppet questioned timidly. What should he do? What was wrong with her? What was troubling her? Just now, he could have sworn that something was not right with her the moment he saw her state standing right there, all quiet and not uttering a single word. Bewildered, another tinge of emotions once again began to form into an indescribable emotion within him..

“Maybe uh, talk to her? No wait, how about you get her something that she likes? Maybe an item that she fancies that will cheer her up on what any reason that’s been burdening her mind.” the cricket suggested and Pinocchio’s ears perked at it. Now that he mentioned it, he was reminded one time when both him and (Name) were walking somewhere in the streets of Krat until they stumbled upon an abandoned shop, left by the humans, close to its’ ruins and forgotten.

He remembered how she halted at her footsteps, her eyes landing on one certain object that was placed within the cracked glass. Mesmerized by the glinting gem of the necklace that is somehow neatly settled in the tiny maroon cushion on top of the well-crafted oak table.

“Is there something wrong?” Pinocchio asked bluntly and receiving no response from the girl who is standing still on her spot as she still appears to be occupied by something, blue eyes following to where her gaze is bestowed upon as it landed to the silver chain attached by a glinting cornflower sapphire with tiny diamonds decorating the edges of its’ stone. So this is what entranced her the whole time?

“Do you wish to take that item?” Pinocchio once again asked her and getting close to her figure as (Name) was snapped out from her trance and met his approaching frame, lightly jumping as if she was caught by doing something wrong.

“W-What? N-No, not at all! I was just.. charmed by the necklace that’s all. It’s so beautiful. I’ve never seen such jewel so beautifully made..” the girl uttered fiddling with her fingers, eyes flickering back to the necklace then to the opposite side and avoiding his gaze.

He hummed while his eyes were trained on her flattered state and then, some entity within his mechanical form budged akin to some newly found emotion emerging. There was just.. something with the way she played with her fingers, eyes shifting to different sides of direction, her cheeks turning into tinge rose, painting her youthful complexion as her lips were pressed together and.. and for the tiniest bit of split moment that he felt the intense urge to cup her face with his hands, to touch the edge of her eyes imagining how it would feel as it flutters under his fingertips, and delicately trace his thumb through those soft, rosy lips—

What?

What did he thought of just now? What was.. what in the world was he thinking? He had to stifle a gasp from the sudden of those images that flashed in his mind. What was wrong with him? He didn’t know what came to him it just sort of.. it just happened. She was just standing there looking all so.. He doesn’t know how to describe it and then those thoughts came rushing and embodying his mind.

And he couldn’t lie. Because deep inside, one thing he only knew that he desired those thoughts to be real one of these days.

Breaking from his reverie, he went on his way heading towards the abandoned jewelry with the tiny blue butterflies trailing along beside him to where they had stopped by few days ago. (Name) has been acting strange and he does not like that. Perhaps, he could give her something that might make her well-being become livelier.

✦

Now inside the manor, (Name) sat on one of the settee with both hands placed under her chin, mind swirling into deep ocean of thoughts. Is it wrong? Is it wrong for her to open up her heart to someone who was only a replica of her dear childhood friend?

The constant dilemmas that kept plaguing her mind almost made her head ache in frustration. Her childhood friend and her currently puppet companion are two entirely different beings. They’re not the same. Even if you try to align their appearance, she can tell the difference between them. However, even she knew that this boy is not the one she used to grow up in the past and had a deep bond no matter how she compares it, the boy right here and now she’s with, is a contrast to the bond she had with her previous dear friend.

The way she would define it, she used to be uneasy around his presence that seem radiated an ominous and mysterious aura. How she felt so disturbed by the fact her dead childhood friend was standing in front of her, alive and well. And later learning that he was only made by his father Geppetto, a crafted doll. A beautifully well made crafted doll he is. Then eventually got comfortable on being by his side until she finally formed some hidden affections towards the puppet.

With him, she felt more safe and secure than she has ever been since the mass of puppets had took over the city of Krat. She felt a sense of tenderness whenever she was with him, never getting tired of his curious adorably antics. The way he would close his eyes as he would move his arms as if he was trying to feel his own body to function. How he would always kept her shielded from the danger or harm that might befall her without any hesitation and their bond grew more closer. How he would ask such bewildering questions with a cue tilt on his head and how he was attentive at her well being whenever he would notice that there was something wrong with her. Like he almost knew her well.

Those are the reasons why, why it felt she shared a deeper bond with him than her previous childhood friend. And that will be forever engraved in her heart.

But what if her feelings were not real and all is nothing but an illusion?

What if the affection she held towards Pinocchio was only a facade to mask away the turmoil she had went through on losing him?

She internally groaned, pulling up her knees and wrapping her arms around them as she holds them close to her chest. There was no way her feelings were just nothing but a false emotion. She knows it to herself alone that her affections and sentiment feelings towards the boy are real.

“What seems to be on your mind, my dear? Are you alright?” Sophia softly spoke from behind her causing the girl to snap back from the reality letting out a startled yelp before turning around to face the Blue Fairy.

“L-Lady Sophia! Yes, I’m clearly okay! I was just thinking that’s all.” she stammered while waving her hands in front of her. The woman in a blue cloak elicited out a sweet chuckle and smiling at her antics.

“I see. Do you perhaps wish to speak to me about the matter, if that’s alright with you? You have been staring far deep in the distance ever since you have arrived here in the manor.” Sophia’s demure presence and reserved nature made the girl feel an ounce of nervousness whenever she was around her. There was something about this woman dressed in blue that draws a perception of light in the atmosphere as if she was almost an angel sent from the heavens and her purpose was to bring hope towards the humanity whom their faith has been lost.

She meekly responded with a nod before arranging her posture in her seat as the Blue Fairy had made herself towards the settee and sitting comfortably beside Pinocchio’s dear friend. Questioning her that what had been troubling her mind with a kind approach to which the girl was quiet for a moment before uttering about her fellow puppet companion.

The woman’s ears perked at her words, now intrigued as her eyes watched the girl fondles with strands of her hair, eyes flickering from here and there. She had to stifle the urge to escape a giggle from her lips. She knows it too well.

Humming, she spoke with a gentle tone, “Did something happen between the two of you?” the bashful girl’s frame jolted as the rosy hues painted her cheeks making it audible to the eye.

“No, nothing at all in particular!” she stammered hysterically earning her a light-hearted laugh from the woman.

“Well then, would you let me know why Pinocchio has been troubling your thoughts? You can tell me anything what runs in your mind.” the woman asked again and their atmosphere was engulf in silence as Sophia felt that maybe she was prying too much at the young lady for her own comfort.

“Oh dear, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry too much on your personal virtues—“ her words her cut off when the young girl had immediately told her that it was alright. Taking a deep breath before composing herself as she spilled the secrets she’s been carrying, tucking every single detail.

Sophia listened to every word she uttered and took them seeing the way her eyes seem to differ from akin to a wistful gaze when she spoke about how she developed fondness and affection towards the boy. How she grew to care deeply of him as each time passes by and every moment that they shared, she cherish it. There was one thing that had cause the Blue Fairy to be astounded when (Name) had mentioned about her childhood friend that audibly resembles the puppet as her eyes lightly dilated.

“What if my feelings are not real?” Sophia broke from her trance as she focuses her attention back at the young girl in front of her again, “What if.. my affections were nothing but an illusion and I’m only projecting these false emotions towards him because of the friend I lost? Do I truly love him for who he is and not because his appearance has the semblance of my old friend?” her voice cracked as tears began to brim in her eyes and guilt washing over her.

She felt a comforting sensation in her fisted hands, watery eyes glancing to see the Blue Fairy had placed her hands among hers giving her a soft smile that compliments her enchanting features and outlining the elegance that radiated from her aura.

“I do think that is not the case,” gently squeezing her hand as she continued, “The feelings that dwell in your heart, the genuine affections that you carry inside, it’s all real more than you know of yourself. I certainly believe that it’s not only because you grieve for the lost loved one, it is simply the reason that you have learned to open your heart to someone and forms a friendship with them blossoming in something anew and much more deeper one.” tilting her head to the side sending her an another reassuring smile.

“and that bond that ties between you and Pinocchio is the certain aspect of it and it cannot be severed. Perhaps that it was destiny that had brought you together and the love you have for Pinocchio is undeniably pure, unconditional and real despite of him being only a puppet that resembles the person of your long passed friend.”

Sophia’s words impacted (Name) greatly and at the same time, some of it were familiar that it reminds her of someone the same exact words that has been said to her once upon a time. The burden she’s been carrying in her chest somehow had disassociated as a sense of solace and relief had washed through her.

“Lady Sophia, I… I don’t know what to say…” she said as another tear slid down on her cheeks and Sophia reached out to wipe the liquid with her thumb.

“Shh, it’s alright. Pinocchio is a very special boy and a unique one.. I only ask for you to continue on giving him the unconditional love he deserves.” Sophia muttered, her voice somewhat lingered with a sad tone and melancholy swam in her eyes for a brief second before quickly disappearing.

Her breath hitched thinking that her form might’ve look like a complete crying mess at the beautiful woman in blue sitting right in front of her. Not for long, drowsiness began to plague her senses as her lids drooped to almost shutting. Sophia who noticed (Name)’s figure was swaying lightly, she reach out softly to grab her head as she carefully eases her head downwards until she was snuggly placed in her lap.

(Name) had heard the woman mumbled something that she didn’t quite not understand due to her voice not being above a whisper and it was faint. Hence, she shrugged it aside and basked at the sensation of someone stroking her hair with a tender motion that added the somnolence to her senses, eyes dropping shut before completely succumbing to a deep slumber.

✦

One bright sunny day, faint laughs can be heard across the fields with the wind blowing as the branch of the trees danced along with it’s breeze. Two figure ran through the meadows, their laughs escaped their mouths, both of their features wore a gleeful expression.

“Catch me if you can, (Name)!” said the little boy, letting out an another laugh seeing his friend struggled to ran after him.

“No fair! You’re too..” the little girl heaved out a pant, “..too fast! At least slow down on your running!” she complained followed by a light chuckle from the boy, nonetheless he lessened his pace inducing the girl to finally caught him as she tapped on his shoulder.

“I got you!” she exclaimed out of breath, both of them now standing motionless in their ground as the wind continuously to surge against the currents.

The young boy turned his head towards his companion who was their hands placed on their knees chasing their breaths as he felt a smile surfacing from his mouth. He scooped down to her level, inclining his one hand to brush the hair away that was preventing his sight from peering on her complexion.

“Forgive me, was I way too fast for your liking?” he playfully stated as the girl whirled her head towards her friend to send him an annoyed expression and a remark only to be met by his face almost audibly in close proximity to hers that sent the blood rushing in her cheeks that rendered her from forming any words.

“I… You’re mean,” she muttered before avoiding his gaze as she fixed her posture looking anywhere but at him. The boy gave a rich chuckle that was a melody to her ears, the internal organ beneath her chest softly thumping, her fingers finding to her locks as she fondled with them.

Earning a snicker from her before a soft grin adorns his face as he extended his arm gingerly patting her head and walking to her side, lowering himself as he settled himself on the ground. The young lady followed his movements as she sat down next to him, their eyes looking far from the distance. The chirping of the birds, the sounds of breezing winds filled the meadow, tranquility dispersing around the atmosphere.

“It’s so peaceful in here, isn’t it?” the boy stated, closing his eyes as he lightly leaned back, planting his hand on the grass taking the moment to feel the movements of the fields, feeling the air passed by his being before taking a deep breath. The girl beside him hummed in response, pulling her knees close to her chest mirroring her friend’s gesture.

They were quiet for a moment, allowing the nature to engulf their beings as they succumb to it in return.

“I wish to travel around the world,” the boy uttered in the midst of the silence, the figure beside him turned in their direction with a curious gleam in their eyes.

“I wish to see and explore mountain, the ocean, the city and anywhere else when I grow up. That then, I can bask all the different kinds of places and sceneries that my eyes can see.” he added, excitement evident in his voice opening his eyes as it was met by the sky surrounded by clouds, imagining himself as he explores the other parts of the world alone sent a wide grin on his features.

“Oh..” the girl muttered, seemingly in awed as she was taken aback while he revealed his dreams to her so boldly. It almost made her envy him that he has such a big aspiration compare to her, she does now know what to do or what goals she aims to reach aside from dwelling her attention on the books, a pencil in her hand sketching things that would pique her interest or would occasionally stay hidden in the gardens behind her home.

“But.. What about your father?”

“What about him?”

She twiddled with her fingers, “Well.. he would get lonely if you were to leave him.” the boy was quiet for a brief moments before a chuckle escaped his lips.

“Oh, he won’t be. Besides, I already told him and he couldn’t be more pleased after telling him! Then he told me that I should do well in academy in order to make my dreams real.” the boy confided.

She hummed in agreement, although, a part of her felt reluctant about his beloved dream and she knows that she should be happy for him. For a boy like him at a young age having such an admirable dream. She didn’t wanted to be left behind, not when he is all that she had. Her only friend.

“I envy you..” she mumbled a soft whisper, making the boy’s form whirr at her side, eyebrows dilating as she urged on, “You already have a dream ahead of you.. while I.. I still haven’t figure out what my goals and dreams and worse.. I-I don’t even know what to do with it. I just.. have no idea how my future will turn out and i’m scared.. I’m scared of the outcome..” dejected, the girl hugged her knees tight close to her as if it was the only thing to make her feel at ease, eyes dropping shut trying to restrain herself from breaking out a tear in her eye. She didn’t want to look pathetic to him and her crying in front of him completely vulnerable— the ever so timid and fragile girl she is— was the last thing she ever wants him to see.

The boy who was quiet the whole time nonetheless, he listened to every each word and he drank them in.

“Hey..” he uttered as he lightly leaned himself closer beside the little girl before lifting one arm and poking her gently on the cheek and was responded by a confused glance in return.

“Just because you haven’t figured yet out a dream on your own, it doesn’t mean you will have them later on. I’m definitely sure you’ll come to know what you goals and dreams one of these days. So don’t rush it, alright?” (Name)’s eyes dilated as his words reassured somehow her in instance, the smile on his face sent a fuzzy feeling and warmth coursing through her, the sadness and anxious emotions she felt while ago, had gone disappeared into the thin air. Seriously, what could ever she possibly do without him? Her dear one and only friend.

“So don’t go saying that you’re not going to have a dream at all because eventually, you will. Silly girl!” pinching her cheeks with his fingers, the girl whining at the sensation of her cheeks being pulled in the process before letting his hand go and once again, his attention drifted back to the sky.

“Thank you, äçörł.. for always being there for me.” she meekly told the boy, him sending her a boyish grin in return and poking her forehead once again.

“Of course, I am. What could you possibly do if I weren’t here, huh? You would have been crying like a baby right now all alone.” he playfully teased as the girl could only curled up a smile in her lips whilst holding her hands close to her chest.

✦

Awakening from her deep slumber, her eyes slowly opened as a single tear escaped from it, cascading down her cheek. Her head tilted on the side as her eyes landed on the moon serene in glory at the night sky from the aperture as the wind’s gentle breeze caused a soft wave of the curtain’s drapes.

Her eyes roam around before she soon finds herself that she was nestled in the mattress and a blanket was tucked up to her shoulders. Nonchalantly bringing one hand towards her face, tip of the fingers landing on the wet-stained on her skin, a certain image of a young boy appearing in her deep yet, clouded thoughts.

“I would get lost without you… Carlo.” she quietly murmured in the silent air, melancholy drifted in her tone and sorrow coursing in her reminiscing the dream or rather— a fragment of memory in her sleep. The grief was still there.

Letting out a soft sigh, she slowly rose up from her bed, pulling the soft blankets from her body as she stood before making herself way out of the door and closing it behind her with a soft thud.

Walking through the dim hallways, with only the source soft light from the lamps lighting her way in the walls as she continued her footsteps, silence still brimming in the atmosphere around the manor. Until, her ears perked hearing the faint, muffled sounds of what she thought at first that came to her mind is the sound of the piano’s keys echoing within the walls and not too far from her.

Following the source of the sound, her pace growing quicker by the second as the sound seemed to get a little more louder and clear to her ears the more she nears it. The calming pieces of the instrument might have captivated her mind as if it was luring her more to its’ song. Finding herself at the top of the staircase, her eyes found its’ way to a certain boy whom has his back and sitting down on the stool with the curly dark locks and blue coat with a dangling little cage behind him.

With a lips curving into smile, she quietly descends down the stairs along with her hands sliding in the rail, never once taking her eyes away from him. Carefully approaching him with quiet footsteps, the sound of a keys continuously to resonate around the walls of the manor as she was finally just a few feet from behind him. Her eyes softened, watching how his his fingers pressed the keys here and there and he, as if he was getting lost himself in the gentle ballads.

She cleared her throat as the ballad went to cease with the sound halting in the air. With an incline on his head, his eyes locked with hers.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb your play.” she uttered with a meek voice while twiddling with her dress.

“It’s fine.” the boy responded back, turning around and resuming on his play on the piano keys.

The tension for her grew awkward as she tried to find the words to start a conversation with the puppet. She watches him as her eyes observed how his physique moved with each time his fingers get to press on the keys. Eyes darting on his soft curly locks, having the urge to caress them with her hands.

She mentally slapped herself at the thought thinking why would it cross her mind. Sooner, she find the courage to utter a word, “Can I.. Can I sit beside you?”

Pinocchio halted once again, his head whirling around to face her that caused her to blush at his still gaze. The stare he gave her for a moment made her face grew hot, seemingly intimidated by the unreadable glint in his eyes.

Then he looked away as he shifted to the side, indicating that he was giving space for her to sit down. She felt her lips curling into a soft smile muttering a ‘thank you’ before making way for herself to sit beside him, now facing the piano.

The both sat in silence which had occurred for like.. minutes? Making the young girl questioned herself, why hasn’t he continued on playing? Has she completely disturbed him?

“Umm.. why haven’t you start playing the piano forté? Am I being a bother to you?” she tilted her head to look at him at the same time he snapped his head to hears in unison, as she sworn that her nose had almost touched hers at the exceedingly close proximity between them.

Feeling her face turn hot, she had to look away from him, wishing that he didn’t saw the forming red hues on her cheeks.

“No, you’re not.” Pinocchio answered back. Cue silence again and it was becoming tire of her at the awkwardness silence that continued to invade their moment. Truthfully so, how one does start a conversation with someone that you’re madly in love?

“Then.. could you play some ballad or a lullaby for me?” she faced him again, as his blue eyes seemed to focus at the piano keys. It was then, his lifted his arms as his fingers began to probe in each of the keys, creating a lovely song that are such melodic to her ears and the sound alone echoing around the atmosphere.

The sound truly was so lovely, that she could almost lull herself in the song. Her eyes shutting, embedding each every sound that emanates from the piano keys with the boy whom she genuinely adores.

✦

She cried. Her cries never stopped. Why? Why does he had to leave so soon? She’ll have no one. She has no one else but him. He was the reason that she kept on finding her dreams. But why…

There laid a young boy, tucked within the comforts of the blankets, as his coughs were heard across the room.

The sound of a door opening creaked in the room as young girl walked in. She gasped upon seeing her dear friend was bedridden, frail and weak.

She slowly approached him as the boy turned his head facing her and he gave her a soft smile. Only the young girl’s expression tell otherwise with the opposite reaction from his.

“Come on, (Name). Don’t give me that look.” the young boy sat up as he surged forward to poke her finger on her cheek.

“It.. hurts me whenever I see people giving me that sorrowful look.. and I don’t want you to be one of them.” he stated, his voice seemingly to grow distant as melancholy swam in the depths of his irises.

“How could I not.. when I’m here seeing my friend.. in such state?” her voice broke, feeling the tears began to form as her body quivered at the stinging emotions that has been burdening her.

The boy breathed a sigh. Eyes darting to look on the window as he himself, began to feel a forming ache in his chest.

“I guess.. that is just how life works. People will die eventually. A human’s life is.. short and so sudden. You don’t know when is going to be your time, only the heavens above can tell…” sadness and hopelessness coursed within the boy’s feelings. His eyes grew more distant and he clenched his jaw. He was scared. He was scared to die. He hasn’t been able to make his dreams come true yet.. his life.. was going to be taken away from him in such a short span?

“Carlo.. please don’t talk like that..” she whimpered as more tears fell down from her face, “You will live. You will get through this and you’ll fight for your—“

“Don’t!” the boy suddenly shouted as it echoed around the air making the girl falter from his outburst. The boy was breathing heavily as he gritted his teeth in anger yet, his eyes tells a different story.

“Don’t.. give me a false hope. We both know, (Name). We both know that i’m not going to last long in this world,” he lets out a bitter laugh, “funny isn’t it? And I didn’t even get to… achieve my dreams in my life and.. explore the world—“ he choked as his voice began to tremble, his form shaking as he let out a small whimper.

It was then, the tears finally escaped his eyes, insides filled with despair and turmoil consuming his faith.

The girl, appalled at the sight of her friend, now crying from the bottom of his aching heart in front of her. Her palms coming to press on her mouth never such a behavior coming from him. And it truly break her heart on seeing him like this. So broken and seemingly had lost faith.

She walked towards the mattress as she sat on the sheets. Gently, so gently, she softly grabbed his head as she draws him closer and placing them on his chest. She carefully wrapped her arms around him, fearing that his being might shatter even further as she slowly engulfed him in an embrace while cradling his head.

That was then, for the the longest time, the boy cried his heart out as he clung back to her.

✦

A sniff was heard across the room. The sound did not went unnoticed by the puppet beside her as he halted on his play, his head slightly leaning forward to peer on her face that was draped by the strands of her hair.

Another tearful sniff was heard as his eyes noticed the way her shoulder began to shake. The unknown emotion was there again. He slowly placed his hand on her shoulders and from the moment it made contact, the girl suddenly jolted as she immediately sat straight with a startled gasp with tears visible dripping down her cheek.

“Are you.. alright?” he asked, voice hesitant and not sure of knowing what proper words he would say as the emotion surged again within him.

The young girl slowly turned her head around as she faced him. He didn’t know at the moment, he couldn’t understand but the moment he saw her glassy eyes, with the tears that continuously to cascade down her cheeks, he could have sworn, he was sure that something deep inside his ergo heart, had ache.

So, as if something in his thoughts was urging him to act, his arms slowly lifts and reaches out towards her, as it came to her complexion and gently wiping the tear away from her skin with his thumb.

The girl, taken aback by his gesture, as a fragment of memory flashed in her mind.

✦

The girl wept beside the lying boy, as he weakly chased on his breaths. His form became more thinner and paler with each day goes by.

Her hands holding his unmoving ones, as she whimpered.

“Carlo.. please..” she begged. she didn’t want him to leave yet. Please not just now. If he did, what could she possibly do if he weren’t there by her side?

“(Name)..” the boy breathed weakly as his head unmoving as his eyes tried to reach on one certain girl beside him, hearing her hurtful cries.

“I’m here, Carlo.. I’m right here, see? I’m always here for you.” she whimpered as she gently squeezed his hand, as she smiled at him even if her heart was in pain, she’s trying to smile for him. Because, he didn’t want to see her giving him such a forlorn expression.

The boy’s blue eyes found her, as his breath grew more faint. He gave her a weak smile, trying to squeeze back on their connected hands but failed otherwise.

“(Name).. before I… leave this world..” he began as the girl’s eyes widened and she was not prepared. She didn’t want him to bid his farewell yet. Not now.

“I just want you to know.. that once I departed from this world.. You won’t be alone forever.” he breathed, getting more harder to speak but he fought back. Now wanting to leave his dear friend all in despair and feeling alone without him.

“I’m sure.. you’ll find someone. Someone whom you can deeply cherish.. and someone who cares deeply for your well being..” he weakly coughed that had almost made the girl went mad at dread, not sure if she can still bear the sight of her almost dying friend.

“So please.. don’t take my words so seriously.. silly girl.” the nickname he had given her and had always called her for it, made her insides twisted in unimaginable agony. It was all too much. If this goes on, she might be scarred for life.

The boy finding a bit ounce of strength left inside him, as he pulled away from her hands, weakly reaching out for her face, as his thumb came to gently wipe the tears away from her skin.

“Don’t cry.”

✦

“Don’t cry.” said Pinocchio as her eyes dilated and breathed out a gasp. Then soon followed by a loud wail as she slapped her palms on her face, her cries getting louder across the room.

The puppet now confused and slightly feared that he might have done something wrong to her. Did his gestures caused her discomfort? Did he hurt her? Had he inflicted a pain towards her well being?

Watching the girl cried her out like a weeping child, he sat there not knowing what to do. It was then he heard the cricket behind him.

“Psst, buddy ol’ pal! Now is your chance to give it to her!” the cricket hissed as his eyebrows raised at confusion making the cricket groan at his cluelessness.

“The necklace, kid!” the cricket hissed once more as it finally clicked on his mind. Grabbing the object from behind his bag without any haste, he pulled the jewel out of its’ contains as he held it in front of her.

He cleared his throat trying to get her attention and to his dismay it didn’t work since she didn’t heard him from the midst of her weeping form. An emotion along with a thought had surged within him once again as he acted upon it, he softly grabbed one of her hands, gently prying them away from her face.

The young girl, feeling her hands get pried away, she tilted her head to see something a shiny blue pendant dangling in front of her. Her teared eyes widened as she emitted a gasp from her lips.

“I.. I went back by the abandoned shop,” Pinocchio started as his eyes met the young girl’s teary ones as he continued, “I saw how this item had seem.. to have charmed your eyes. So I came back to get it.” he held necklace closer to her, hoping at least.. what ever has been bothering her for days.. what pain she was carrying would somehow.. fade.

“You went back.. at that abandoned shop.. to get this necklace.. for me?” she stated as Pinocchio nodded in response. Her eyes darted towards the beautifully decently well-made necklace in front of her with a shining sapphire gem embedded at its’ silver chains. This boy.. he truly is..

A sudden chuckle had escaped her mouth. Followed by another as it continuously escaped her mouth all the while wiping her tears. Pinocchio looked at her, now more confused than he had ever been as for the first time in his puppet life, he is completely taken aback by the sudden change of her mood. But in spite of her confusing state, her rich chuckles invaded his senses and his mind sending an unexplainable yet, warmth emotion coursing inside him. He wants to hear it more.

“How thoughtful of you..!” she gave out an another earnest chuckle that somehow had possibly sent a twitching movement in his ergo heart. What was this feeling? Why does this girl would always make him feel something.. that he can’t even begin to describe? Making do things he never thought that he would have done. He couldn’t put his finger on it. But he was sure that it felt.. so right.

Staring at the necklace that hanged from his hands for mere moments before she softly took it from him and basking at the beauty of the jewel in her palms. He watched her as she slowly put the silver chain around her neck, almost, almost admiring the way she lifted her hair with her one hand to settle the chain in her nape.

Holding the pendant in her palms, smiling down so gleefully as the colors reminded her of someone’s eyes. Her smile became wider at the thought.

“You know.. You really didn’t have to get this jewel all the way back to that abandoned shop to cheer me up,” she was truthfully grateful and can admit that it melted her heart realizing that this puppet noticed her state. Even going as far as getting that necklace.. she had to stifle an another chuckle. He truly does care for her. It’s so sweet.

“Such jewels are not the only reason to make me happy,” she began as Pinocchio watched her as he listened, “Just seeing.. the boy I adore and whom I’m deeply enamored with.. is enough,” she confessed, but of course indirectly.

Pinocchio who listened every inch of her words the whole, the moment she stated that.. there was a boy that she adores.. oddly had sent a stinging pain inside him. Who was that person? Why did he feel an aching sensation that emerged with him? Why.. why does his thoughts were slowly getting clouded by.. envy?

He looked away from her as his eyes glared at the piano in front him. This.. frustrating constant emotions that kept swarming inside him.. was really driving him at the edge. One ugly thought that came to his mind.. what if she left him to be with that person? What if she completely forgets about him because that person is real and he’s not?

The thought made his jaw clenched along with his fists as he can feel his teeth gritted together. If this goes on.. he might loose it. It’s not good. He’s going to—

Choo~

He felt a presence beside him that is audibly so close to him, when he saw in his peripherals, a light emotion that he had never felt before, the dark thoughts and feelings seemingly to fade away like a thin air. The young girl beside him had place her lips on his freckled cheeks.

She felt so close to him, that she can feel how her lips had softly touched his pale skin, somehow it emitted an akin to warmth, feeling the tiny strands of her hair prickling his skin with the tip of her nose lightly grazed his skin. The feeling was overwhelming for him that he swore that the beating ergo inside him was about to burst out of profound emotions.

It felt so right.

The girl soon pulled away from him, with a wholehearted beaming smile on her lips, eyes full of adoration as he inclined his head to meet her beautifully displayed complexion. His eyes darted to her rosy lips, the urge of wanting feel them beneath his finger tips or even touch them with his li—

The young girl stood up while placing her hands behind her.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” she beamed before scurrying away from him to return to her chambers leaving Pinocchio alone in the room.

“Well, uhh.. that went well.” the cricket behind him uttered, his tone audibly awkward of what had just happened. Pinocchio only scoffed at cricket.

The image of her lips touching his cheeks with her form so close to his ones flashed in him, sent an another beat in his ergo heart as he found his lips curling into a smile, lifting his one hand to feel his skin where she had just kissed him few moments ago.

“What a silly girl.”

End.

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