Me: Hey guys. Hehehehe. *takes a step back as the crowd starts to form* H-hey now, let's be reasonable, shall we? I have an excuse regarding of my absence these past weeks. I can assure you that everything will be crystal clear once— *freezes when a dagger shoots off at my direction*

Astra: *smirks* You'll have to be more convincing, Lynn. Everyone won't take your pathetic excuse at this rate.

Me: The only thing I can convince myself right now is that I wish I didn't regret creating you. *scowls*

Astra: Ouch. *shrugs*

Me: As I was saying, I really apologize for my absence. I'll be honest, ever since I transferred to another school (again) for Grade 12, I could barely write stories anymore. Everything is too...overwhelming and stressful. I really didn't know which is which I'm going to start. I could feel my writing skills fading away, and that saddens me a lot. Believe me when I say that every time the night dominates the universe, I tend to overthink a lot before I sleep (I'm sleep deprived) but now, I always think about... everything: my future, myself, my goals in life etc. that it's becoming beyond my reach. It saddens me because I feel that my skills in writing is diminishing, and that terrifies me. I've sacrificed my talents for writing when I could have enhanced them in my childhood days considering that I have a lot of time before. Writing has become a part of me, and I wish not to part with it. Ever. If my writing skills parts with me, I feel as though I lost a part of me— and you know how that feels right?

Astra: That's really deep.

Me: You're being sincere now right?

Astra: Trust me; I am. I can already tell that you're tired.

Me: I am. *sighs* Sorry for the dramatic note. I usually don't write down my life but I just wanna share what is currently happening right now. Anyway, here is ArcturusStar's request. I apologize for the delay update. I hope you understand. Thanks for waiting.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED FOR NOW. I NEED TO FINISH THE OTHER REQUESTS FIRST BEFORE ACCEPTING ANY REQUESTS. THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND CONSIDERATION.

Enjoy~

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It's funny to her when before this all had happened, she refused to make any physical or skin contact with anyone, regardless of their age or gender. Perhaps she wasn't the type of person to be too friendly with anyone despite if said anyone is a close friend or a family or a relative. Either way, her reasons stay the same: she wasn't that much of a friendly person or...rather, she didn't like to feel as though she was being harassed.

People are different; opinions and thoughts of each person is no different concept. And that is the same for Aqua. She is different in a way she doesn't seem to appear like those girls from her neighborhood. Unlike some girls, Aqua prefers to be in her own solitude— only the company of music and the darkness is enough for her. Unlike some girls, she, for one, has never experienced being free. She has never experienced the company of the other girls around her neighborhood so the term of 'fun' never occurred to her. Unlike some girls, Aqua, a natural midnight-blue hair always tied in a French braid (courtesy of her deceased father) that seem too different from the other girls, is a girl who has been holding a curse in her entire life.

Aqua, in short, has been blind the moment she was born in this universe.

Her mother, who had been there for her since she was a toddler has always prodded her to consult an ophthalmologist to have her eye surgery.

It was never too late, she told Aqua one day under a lazy midday afternoon. Aqua would shut down the music box that was given to her by his father after he left in a military, her whole system freezing up in dread and sudden anger, but then she would relax herself before speaking up her expected and usual reply.

"I'm sorry mother, but I refuse to have my eyes operated."

Because what's the point in facing the future when the king of her life is not there to greet her with a smile?

Aqua would feel her mother's once hopeful eyes deflating even though she cannot see them, and she would smile a sad smile. She knew fully well that she still has the chance to see. Her mother has told her about it. All she had to do is to consider her mother's plea, have her eye surgery and poof; done, she would be able to see the world shift and change in front of her. She would be able to encounter her first sunrise and first sunset. She would be able to see the good things in life that had remain concealed behind the darkness she always see.

But the grief and devastation she felt when her father left and never coming back was proven enough to be too much for her heart to handle. She refuses to move on from the ghosts of her past.

"What's there to see when my life was already incomplete?"

She has always reminded herself that this is the destiny she wanted. To live behind the never ending darkness that has always been a company to her and just remain the way she live her life. She has always told herself to this every night before she went to bed like a mantra to strengthen her resolve because she knew, no matter how much her mind had decided, there is always another thing that would break this facade.

Her heart.

Where the mind choose what it thinks is the best; the heart knows what is the best. There's a huge difference between two statements, and only one barricade separates the two— a line that is dangerously too thin. One step closer and one will find themselves on the other side for just the slightest hint of movement.

Her heart knew that this is not the life she wanted. Her father would say the same thing to her every night before she sleep. He would say how much he would want for her to see the world in her own perspective without the company of darkness. He would explain that every thing matters, and that she has to see that.

He would say that to her every night as though he wanted her to imprint it in her heart until one night— that last night he would be staying beside her before her life went downhill. However, despite the similarity of the words, his statement that time was different. It was obscure and cryptic for her mind.

"We will see the world if you let me."

She didn't understand. She really couldn't until she met him.

Cancer.

The boy who dared to worm through her mind and heart. The second of the men (aside from her father) who had somehow to wriggle deep in her heart with no accord. It was so early that day that the sun was yet to appear and the sky was just beginning to spread their blue wings to the universe when she decided to comply with her mother's pleas to go outside on their porch and just lounge there. Aqua expected that it would be a good change for her daily routines, but she did not expect for a random boyish yet deep-lilt voice to disrupt the cool silence.

"Your smile is mesmerizing."

That was his first line to her, and she remembered the sensation of feeling her heart almost shooting out from her ribcage that was somewhat akin to heart attack. She remembered drifting her head anywhere to look for the source, somewhat looking foolish that day when she knew how it was all in vain.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"I'm Cancer, and I just moved in this neighborhood."

She felt his warm breath touch her cheeks; and her heart, for the first time, had somersaulted with no reasons at all. She remembered stammering out an answer after realizing the proximity of the guy. Never in her entire life did she experience feeling like this— much less to a guy who she knew nothing of. There was only one man who she knew and heard, and that is her father. But she never felt something like this to her father. When she was with him, her heart would beat normally and be engulfed with comfort and warmth. But for Cancer's case, it was different. She felt small flutters of something bubbling in her stomach and her heart would even beat 2x times faster than usual. It was so foreign and yet so pleasant; however, despite this new knowledge in mind, she felt scared because she has certainly never felt this before. And with that, she left the boy on the porch, distinctly hearing him call after her despite not knowing her name as she shut the door close.

She never went outside again.

Perhaps, she should have said something to her mother because the next thing she remembered she knew is the day after that scene happened, with the incessant beats drumming on the roof insinuated by the pouring rain outside as she listened to it halfheartedly on her bed, her mother went to her room; her voice chipper than usual.

"You have a visitor, Aqua."

She was confused. How could have she any visitors when she spent her entire childhood living within the walls of her room? She was just about to voice this out when his deep-lilt voice echoed amidst the pouring rain.

"Hey Aqua."

Her breath hitched that day that she almost forgot to breathe and hear her mother's faltering footsteps. And there it was again, that same 'ailment' she thought taking seizures to her body once again.

She thought that maybe it is truly destined for her to stay frail like this. Maybe perhaps her mind has been correct all along, and that her heart was just facing the wrong direction all this time— acting delusional after all the doubts that she had planted within her mind. Maybe, this is the path she was ought to take. And maybe she was meant to meet Cancer to prove her heart otherwise. And like the innocent girl she is, she invited him within the comfort of her walls, and maybe, just maybe, this could make her 'ailments' disseminate fast enough to annihilate her system.

How wrong she was.

The supposed 'ailments' did worsen but that was not the worse part. If anything, the battle between her mind and heart grew tremendous that every night she would look up the starry night despite the disability of seeing anything, wondering things that she had never done before. Wondering if this is the path truly destined for her, and wondering of that boy, Cancer.

Ever since he started visiting her everyday in an hourly basis, her 'ailment' grew, and weirdly enough, it didn't seem too painful. In fact, it was quite pleasant— something she found horrifying yet at the same time intriguing. She is not a masochist; she knew herself that much so when she didn't mind having that unknown 'ailment,' the thought terrifies her.

Since when did things grow complicated?

She had no idea. She was too innocent to understand the true feeling she harbored when she was with Cancer. The idea alone frightened her because that moment, when she felt his touch— a gentle hug from an unknown stranger yet a friend— it felt as though she wasn't alone in this world. It felt as though he will be there for her, and that confuses her because she knew now at that very moment that all she wanted to do was to see his face and face the world with him.

"If there's anything I want you to witness, it's how I see the world." He said as he embraced her.

She did not know what to do.

Perhaps she was so selfish before that she blamed him for it. She blamed him for making her life even more complicated. She hated him because when she had finally decided that her life has no purpose anymore, he came and proved it to her otherwise. She hated him because she felt tremendous fear for the first time since her father died when she thought of the world without him in it.

"We will see the world if you let me."

She didn't understand her father's words until now. It was so funny because she was such an idiot and yet she was grateful that she was one because if she did understand, she would have shunned him away. There would be another world created wherein she didn't meet him and she would have never given herself a chance to see the world.

The 'ailments' were enough proof— no, it's not an ailment. It was love she felt when she was with him.

Cancer gave her love; her father gave her love, and now she wanted to return the favor: to grant the wish her father wanted. How? By letting him show wherever he was now that she was willing to see the world by putting Cancer in his place. To let her father show that she was now considering his wishes. He may not have experienced it with her, but at least he'll see that his wish was not in vain.

Perhaps, maybe she was indeed selfish that she didn't even considered her mother's grief of her rejecting her every time she pleads her to reconsider having an eye surgery. Because that moment when she discussed it with her mother, Aqua felt herself engulfed with her mother's embrace, her tears soaking Aqua's sweater. And at that moment, she knew that this was supposed to be her path as she felt her lips tugging upwards, the words that left her lips echoed deep in her mind.

"I want to see the world, mother."

And indeed she does. Her heart was correct all along, and now here she is in the porch, watching the world with her own very eyes change; the sun showing its glorious orange tendrils that stretches along the endless blue canvas as the clouds hover over it as though they were moths attracted with anything luminous. The neighborhood in her streets stretches in one direction with a series of houses, each with stories to tell as the children littered along the streets, joyful laughters bubbling their lips as they ran around the neighborhood with big smiles on their faces. The warmth of the atmosphere grew more evident unlike the days when she was still blind, and she closed her eyes in silent happiness as it embraced her whole being.

She smiled a nostalgic smile as an arm winded around her waist. Her heart beats faster, butterflies fluttering in her stomach as though they were in a cage lusting for an escape as she inclined her head to him, Cancer, the man who made this possible; the man whom she dearly loves; the man who is her whole world.

"Admiring the world I see."

Her lips tugged upwards, humming in agreement and content as his lips brushed her cheek like how a dragonfly would touch the water while gliding.

"What about you? I want to see how you see the world."

She watches him in silent inquisition as he unlatches himself from her, chuckling. His smile was forever gentle and loving, and she couldn't help but admire his youthful features. After all the years they had spent together, he still remained charming and handsome.

The warmth in her cheeks told her that she was blushing like a lovesick teenage girl. Even if they were already in their mid 20's, things just never change. She was still undeniably and madly in love with him. It was as though the days in the past didn't change.

He held her cheeks with such care, his sky eyes so deep and loving that she could lost herself within them like how they did everyday. They were so beautiful and ethereal as though she was floating above the clouds, away from the reality. She almost didn't hear him after the trance he had put her in but she did, and she couldn't help but entangle her fingers through his auburn locks and pull him towards her. Their lips mesh each other perfectly as tears of tremendous joy flowed down her cheeks.

"You're already seeing it now."

She would never forget those words he released. They will be forever engraved in her heart until she die.

She never will.

And now she never would.

For she was his world; and he the love of her life.

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Me: Um... too much feels? ^^" Sorry about that. Uh, here; you can have my cookies. *hands you a jar of cookie* I wrote this last night and just finished it today. I am not feeling sentimental and angsty mind you. The story just happens naturally. That is just how I write. The ideas just pop out as the story flows. It's Lynn's style (for all those new readers of mine). Anyway, I kinda did not like how I wrote this a bit (just the teeniest bit), but I hope you liked it still though lol. xD

Thank you so much for the never ending support guys. You rock! *rock 'n roll sign*

Next up: (Third batch)

@TuxedoRam's request - male!Taurus x fem!Virgo

@maybe-its-me's request - male!Libra x fem!Aries

@Anubis260's request - male!Cancer x fem!Taurus

Me: Wow... Everyone really loves a male!Cancer huh..? *sheepishly scratching my head* Never knew my Zodiac sign was that popular lol.

male!Cancer: ...

Me: Err... looks like you'll be staying here for a bit longer then. *grins*

male!Cancer: Yeah.. *smiles a bit*

Ophiuchus: ...

Me: Wanna invite some Zodiacs—

Ophiuchus: NO.

Me: Geez, I am asking Can, not you. *rolls my eyes* But whatever.

See you next time!