IVE ONESHOT

Either Way (Rei)

In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills, there lived a boy named Y/n and a girl named Rei. Their story was one that began like a gentle breeze, soft and full of promise. They met in the village library, their eyes locking over a weathered copy of "Romeo and Juliet." Fate, it seemed, had set the stage for their love.

Y/n was a painter, and Rei was a poet. Together, they created art that spoke of their love, their dreams, and the beauty they found in the simplest moments. Their love was a masterpiece, a symphony of two hearts in perfect harmony.

But life, unforgiving in its unpredictability, had other plans. One fateful winter's day, Y/nfell ill. The diagnosis was grim, and the village doctor could offer little hope. A rare disease had taken root in his body, leaving him frail and weak.

Rei refused to accept the impending tragedy. She spent her days researching cures, visiting specialists in distant towns, and praying for a miracle. The village watched in sorrow as their love story took an agonizing turn.

As the seasons changed, Y/n's condition deteriorated. He grew weaker with each passing day, his vibrant spirit dimming like a fading sunset. Rei stood by his side, holding his frail hand, her heart shattering with every labored breath he took.

One chilly autumn evening, as the leaves outside their window turned to gold, Y/n whispered, "Rei, promise me something."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she leaned in closer. "Anything, Y/n. I promise."

"Promise me you'll keep creating," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "Let our love live on through your words, your art. Promise me, even if I'm not here."

With a trembling voice, Rei replied, "I promise, Y/n. I'll make sure the world knows our love."

Days turned into weeks, and Y/n's struggle came to an end. He passed away in the warmth of their cozy cottage, surrounded by the paintings that had once been vibrant with life and the poems that had once echoed with their laughter.

Rei was left alone, her heart heavy with grief. She kept her promise, pouring her emotions into her poetry and painting. But every stroke of the brush, every word she wrote, was a painful reminder of the love she had lost.

As the years went by, the village celebrated Rei's art and poetry, for they carried the essence of a love that had touched them all. Yet, Rei remained a recluse, unable to move past her grief. She had kept her promise to Y/n, but she had lost a piece of herself in the process.

In the end, the village remembered Y/n and Rei as a love story that had been beautiful but tragically cut short. And though Rei's art and poetry continued to inspire, she could never escape the ache in her heart, for she had loved, lost, and, in her own way, found a way to keep their love alive- Either Way.