WILL SHE DIE NOW?
I deserve more than just a bouquet of flower and warm kisses.
I deserve more than just the world and the stars.
Burn the night and worship my soul, and maybe we can talk about forever.
From: A poem with your name –by: Adi. K-
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Damon got the idea about what Xierra was talking about, yet both of them knew this was forbidden for them to have such feelings for one another. His duty was to protect her and her duty was to serve the world, thus the only answer that crossed his mind was…
"We will never meet with each other if you are not the Kairi," he said languidly and put his focus on the road, staring at the passing car from the window on his right, completely ignoring her.
"You are so cold," Xierra jested. She glanced at Damon for a brief moment before she put her focus on the road through the car window on her left.
She knew this feeling would lead them to nowhere, but still, she didn't have control over this.
This was quite ironic, when the world was within her control just fine, Xierra was not able to handle these trivial things. This situation sucked.
Xierra took a deep breath. She needed to calm herself. She couldn't jeopardize everything merely because she felt an affection for him.
Damon was nothing except her protector and the only person who was with her through thick and thin for twelve years…
But, was she feeling that simple?
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Tarsa breathed heavily when she watched all of her friends play happily on the field in PE lessons. They were running, teasing each other, screaming and laughing.
Those small things that most people didn't notice and were grateful for having that moment, were a blessing for the others. Tarsa included.
Ever since she was born, she has had a problem with her heart. She couldn't do hard activities or became too emotional, or else her heart would act up and she ended up in a hospital bed for days.
Therefore, she had never played with her peers and the number of people that she could call as a friend was near zero.
She has lived like this for as long as she can remember.
Her parents told her to have an education at home, but she refused, as that was the only thing that could bring a smile to her lips, the only small things that she enjoyed the most was observing her surroundings; watching her friends smiling and making some jokes, or planning their future after graduation, which was only six months from now, or simply going out to have a glass of milkshake and talking about trivial things, gossiping for hours in their favourite café.
Tarsa couldn't do that. That was too much activity for her heart to bear.
Going to school every day alone sometimes would take a toll on her. There would be no month that she wouldn't be absent because she was too tired.
Even now, Tarsa felt her whole body become very cold. This was one of the symptoms that the attack would come and she needed to call someone when her condition was getting worse.
Tarsa walked toward her table, she needed to make a call and her phone was sitting right on top of her book. The distance was not that far, but it took all of her energy to put her feet after the other...
In this empty classroom, the only sound that she could hear was the sound of her steps and her raging breathing.
Three more steps and she could reach her phone…
Two more…
One more…
Tarsa stretched out her hands to pick her phone, but then all of the light left her eyes and the only thing she could see within her sight was only darkness.
The pain no longer bound her consciousness, as she welcomed the cold obscurity. Her ears were ringing, covering all of the sounds from the world.
Will she die now?
Is this the end?
How pitiful her life…
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"I will not do it," Damon strongly disagreed with what Xierra just suggested. He clenched his jaw firmly, the gesture that he would make whenever he tried to hold back his emotion.
Even now, the protector was still having a hard time controlling his anger. This was something that Xierra was working on, but from the look of it, it seemed she had a long way to go.
Now, the problem was time.
Xierra had a bad feeling about this, yet she couldn't share it with Damon, as his reaction would cloud her decision.
The only thing that she needed to focus on now, the only thing that she had to do was to survive and break the taboo, that what the old man said was totally wrong. She would survive and finish her duty as the Kairi.
"Trust me," Xierra said, she touched his upper arms and caressed him, to soothe his anger. The last thing that she needed was for Damon to break loose when her power was weakening. She could feel it, as the solar eclipse would happen in an hour from now.
"I will not agree with you this time Xierra," Damon growled in a low voice, his eyes fixed on hers, glaring at the girl, who he vowed to protect with his life, fiercely.
Damon wouldn't budge, but Xierra always has another way to subdue him. She took a step back and raised her chin, as she stared at Damon straight into the stubborn man's eyes.
"You will not do this to me," Damon hissed, he knew what Xierra would do.
"Yes, I will," she said, blinking her eyes and when she opened them they were the colour of gold, as she commanded with such a strong aura, demanding for anyone who heard her respect her words. "All of you will wait here and no one will enter the room until I said otherwise."