GENDRY
She was standing 5 feet away from him. She wore a tunic and breeches, her needle strapped to her hip. Her cropped hair was tangled and she was covered in dirt.
Gendry began walking towards her, his hand reaching out for his lost friend. Her grey eyes met his blue ones.
"Arya" he said, reaching out for her , beginning to hold her in an embrace.
She stepped back, rejecting his embrace. She just stared at him. Her grey eyes filled with betrayal."You did this to me" she said.
Gendry was confused for a moment and then he saw it. There was blood gushing out from her abdomen at unnatural speed. He could feel the hot tears on his face. "NO!" he screamed. "No Arya! Please!" he didn't know what he was asking of her. Asking her not to die? Not to leave him again?
"If it wasn't for you, I would have never left. The hound would have never found me and I'd still be alive." She accused. Her hands clutched her stomach, in an attempt to stop the bleeding. She looked back up at him and then it all happened so suddenly. Her head rolled off from her body, right in front of his feet. The tiny girl's body fell down to the floor, amerced with blood.
Gendry looked up and saw the hound in front of him. His sword was dripping in the blood of his old friend, the blood of the girl he had come to love. He was smiling, no laughing. "You did this to her, boy" he accused. He continued to laugh.
Gendry did not have a weapon in his hand. No sword, no spear, not even his hammer. But he still charged the hound, seeking revenge for the girl that he just murdered. The hound did not even flinch. He drew his sword and slashed it at Gendry.
He woke up in a thick layer of sweat. "It was a dream" he said to himself. But at the same time it hadn't been, Arya was dead and even though the hound was the one to take her life, it had been Gendry's fault. Dream Arya was right, If he hadn't been so mean to her, she would have never ran off, the hound would have never captured her and she would still be alive.
He was jealous that day. Lord Beric squire, Edric Dayne had been talking with Arya. He was a Lord, she was a lady, practically a princess and he was nothing but a blacksmith. A bastard. After they returned Arya back to her mother and her brother Robb (the king of the North) she'd probably get married to Edric and become Lady Dayne.
She was upset when Edric told her who the lady was that sired a bastard with her father. Gendry snorted and told her something along the lines of that at least her father kept Jon, his father just abandoned him. "But he's dead." Gendry recalled saying, "and your father's dead too, so what does it matter who he lay with." Gendry regretted the words right after he said them. He knew Arya loved her father and was present the day the Lannisters executed him. Yoren had prevented her from watching the actual beheading but she was still there. She heard the sword that took her father's head, the cheers of the crowd. Gendry opened his mouth to begin to apologize but she ran off. They let her go. They knew she was upset and knew that Arya just needed a couple of minutes to herself. They knew she would come back to them when she was ready. But she never came back. Harwin, Anguy, Lem and Lord Beric went to go look for her, while the others set up camp. They'd find her Gendry said to himself and then she'll run into Edric's arms and become his lady wife, he thought bitterly.
Eventually the riders came back, Arya was not with them. She must have ran off, to find her family, herself. She'd find her way home, probably following the stupid moss or the trident.
A couple of days later, they looked into the fires. Lord Beric did not see anything that night but Gendry did. He was shocked, he saw a little figure in the flames running. Some boy, Gendry thought at first, but when the flames got clearer he knew it was no boy at all, it was Arya. There was a battle commencing around her and Arya was running the wrong way. She was running towards the battle, towards the castle. Tears rolling down her eyes and then she fell to the floor. The hound stood over her body, clutching an axe in his hand, towering over the limp girl.
Not long after that night that they heard about the Red Wedding. Arya's brother was slain, they cut off his head and sowed on the head of his direwolf in place. They slit her mother's throat and dumped her naked body into the river. Some people claimed they saw the hound there as well. The brotherhood questioned every man, asking if they saw a little girl or a little boy with the hound. Gendry walked away. Fighting back the tears, he knew the answer. He saw it in the fires. The hound killed Arya, hit her over the head with an axe. She was gone. The lost lady was dead and it was all Gendry's fault. He never told anyone about the vision in the fire, so they never abandoned their search to find Arya. They didn't know she was dead. So after sleeping at an inn for a night, Gendry did not rejoin the brotherhood to resume their search for Arya. He stayed at the inn and had never left.
Gendry left his bed and made towards the kitchen. Grabbing a skin of wine and amercing himself in it. He remembered the first day the brotherhood had arrived back with the Lady Stoneheart. She was supposed to be Arya's mother, but she was nothing but a rotting corpse. Lord Beric had gave his last life to bring back Arya's mother and she was determined to find her daughters and seek revenge for every man to harm her family.
Gendry shivered and took another swing at the wine skin. Wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. Gendry's thoughts kept returning to the day he last saw Arya. The day she ran off. He kept on thinking if only he wouldn't have been an arse, she would still be here. Yes, she might have been married to Edric Dayne, but she'd still be alive. He longed to see her again: her smile, her scowl, those dark grey eyes. He would do anything to just see her one last time, to hold her in his arms and tell her he was sorry. But he never could. It had been 7 years since the night of the Red wedding. Gendry had been two and twenty and Arya had just been dead.
"May I have a sip?" a soft voice called behind him.
Gendry turned around and saw a girl behind him. She was wearing a long black night gown that clung tight to her body. He could make out her round hips and the buldge of her breasts. Her long brown hair covering the top of her breasts.
Jeyne.
She had played this game before. Painting her face, wearing revelling clothing. All in an attempt to seduce Gendry. She loved him. Gendry knew that and she knew, he knew it, as well. A couple of years ago, she had come down to the forge and they had kissed. It was a soft and tender kiss, after Gendry pulled away and opened his eyes, he saw Arya's face. He gasped and walked away, leaving Jeyne all alone in the forge. She never gave up though. She would always seek Gendry out and try to recreate that moment.
Gendry wanted to love Jeyne, the way she loved him. He had kissed plenty of girls before, back in King's Landing, even bedded a couple of them. But everything had changed after he met Arya. He couldn't do it with the whore in the brothel and he couldn't do it now, with Jeyne. His heart belonged to someone else. It belonged to a girl who had been dead for 7 years ago and as much as he tried to move on, to forget her, he couldn't. He would always love Arya and she would be the only girl he would ever love.
He handed her the wine skin, but she did not take it. She just wrapped her hands around Gendry's waist, laying her head on his bare chest. "Why are you up so early?" she asked him.
"Couldn't sleep" he muttered. Suddenly aware of the state of his clothing. He was wearing nothing but his small clothes.
Jeyne squeezed him tighter, neither could I. She reached up and brushed her lips against Gendry's. Normally, he would walk away, leaving Jeyne were she stood or telling her that he did not want her that way. But he just stood there, letting Jeyne press kisses to his face and neck.
Arya is dead. He thought to himself. She's gone and she's never coming back.
Gendry cupped Jeyne's face and kissed her. His tongue sliding into her mouth, meeting hers. Jeyne gasped and pulled him closer, wrapping her hands around his neck. Gendry lifted her up, his hands holding onto each of her thighs, carrying her towards his chamber.
The sun beamed down on them, after they were done. His seed still wet on Jeyne`s curls. She was tracing patterns on his chest with her finger. One of his arms was wrapped around her waist and the other tucked under his head. Jeyne kept pressing kisses onto his chest. "I love you" she stated.
Gendry said nothing, just squeezed her tighter bringing her closer to his chest. He wanted to say I love you too, but he couldn`t. His heart had turned to stone 7 years ago and not even Jeyne could awaken it. She was so beautiful and she wanted him. He wanted nothing more than to want her too, to be with someone, to be with anyone. But he didn`t want her and he didn't love her. He closed his eyes thinking about the girl he lost, the only person his heart would ever beat for.