Entry 118

(Written in 5.2023)

(Skulduggery Fanfiction) Romantic scene about second chances

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The water crushed against the rocks by the pier in Haggard. The sound of the waves was within the reach of Valkyrie's ears. The breeze and the smell of the ocean were salty in Fletcher's opinion. Way too salty for his liking, as the ongoing situation was too serious for his usual self.

But again this wasn't any usual day either.

"Fletcher, I really don't see why you would call me in the middle of the night." Valkyrie said, glaring at him. His playful smirk absent. "You better have a good reason for waking me up so late."
"Val," Fletcher took a step across the arm's length between them. He shook his head when she opened her mouth like she wanted to argue. "Listen. Don't talk. Don't interrupt."
"I know the last time we…" He took a breath. "Were together it didn't go too well. It was a faulty relationship on both sides."
"Yes. So you just woke me for this, at this time of the night? To reflect on the past? And what?" Her voice was cold as ice.
"And I realize I still love you." Fletcher answered right away. Without waiting for her shock to settle he continued. "Val, you are always there, in the back of my mind. No matter whom I met, whom I dated, you were always there. Day after day I would wonder what you are doing. Time after time I would worry if you are seriously injured."

Valkyrie stepped back as the words sank in, but Fletcher was anticipating that. He grabbed her wrist and held her there.
"Give us another chance?" He looked into her eyes, searching for an answer. She didn't struggle against the bond, but she didn't make any other move either. Their gaze was locked even when their hair was blown into their eyes by the strong wind. He was shaking a little from what he just announced, what he just admitted, but his hold on Valkyrie was steady as ever. He found something in her eyes, a glint, hinting she might love him for real this time. Might. The little word unnerved him more than he cared to admit.

He had to remind himself that there, still, was a shimmer of hope.
At that very moment, Valkyrie swung her hand free. Before disappointment could register in his mind and despair could find a place in his being, her arms were flung over his shoulder and her head was resting against his.

"I thought you'd never ask."