Finding Fate

The only thing I envied Nya for, was how she could sleep. All the time. Through anything. My forms were acting up again, a painful problem that occurred way too many times.

I had only wanted to go for a walk, just a short walk in the dark that could lull me back to sleep. But here I was, standing in front of him, his lips on mine as I froze.

Sorry, let me back up a bit.

I was strolling through the Bounty, passing the inside training room where I heard noises from inside. Me, being curious as fuck and needing to know everything, popped my head in to find out who it was.

"Lloyd?" The blond looked up. "What are you doing up at this time?"

"And you're not any different?"

"Well, I kind of do have an excuse. Body said no to sleep. Quite literally." He chuckled and eyed the swinging punching bag. Plain green shirt, black shorts and to top it off, a pair of boxing gloves. It's almost like he's trying to look attractive. "So? What brings you down here at ungodly hours at night?"

He punched the bag, "Couldn't sleep." I sighed and walked in, holding the chain of the punching bag for him. There were a couple more and then he paused, looking up at me. "I saw your father. In the Cursed Realm."

"Oh."

"And Clouse."

He punched again.

"I'm glad they're getting what they deserve."

"Yeah," he hummed and almost hesitated. "You never told us about how you got the scar."

"What scar?" I asked, stepping away from the bag.

"The one on your back, left shoulder blade."

"You remember that?" That was so long ago, not even I really remember it.

"It wasn't entirely hard to forget for me. I know what sword scars look like." He wiped a towel across his forehead. I crossed my arms and ran my fingers across the soft hairs.

"I honestly don't remember. I don't remember a lot of the things that happened as I grew up." He hummed again and looked down at his gloves. His eyes were almost bloodshot and there were darker bags under his eyes-

"Lloyd, when was the last time you slept?" He turned around, fiddling with the gloves, trying to take them off. I walked up behind him, hesitating before placing my hand on his shoulder. "Lloyd? We're worried about you. You look like you haven't slept since we defeated the Preeminent."

"I'm fine."

"Lloyd, please, I'm worried about you." He turned around, startled, his eyes softening as they bared into my soul. I don't know what possessed me, but I took his hand and held it in mine. "You need more sleep and take more care of yourself."

We held eye contact for a moment before his gaze dropped. To my lips. Suddenly, I was looking at his as well and he was leaning in.

"Lloyd?"

Our lips met, soft and sweet but my senses kicked in and I froze. What am I doing?!? We can't kiss! Morro kissed me back, why is Lloyd kissing me? What is going on???

Sensing my panic, he pulled away, his eyes avoiding mine.

"I'm sorry-"

"Wai-"

And he was gone.

WHAT???