Chapter 93: Three Words
A forgotten mory. This is what Elia was witnessing right now. A small hand holding the fingers of her mother.
"Your na will be Elia, Elia Beaumont," Alia smiled as she pinches Elia’s cheek. "Only if the Emperor will accept you," Alia frowned but seeing Elia’s innocent smile, she couldn’t keep her smile up.
"This might be the last ti we’ll see each other. I’ll watch you from afar, but you’ll never see
and only recognize
by the portraits you see hanging," said Alia while her voice trembles, keeping her tears on the bay.
Alia removed her necklace and wore it on Elia, "At least I hope this necklace will help you. I know your future will not be easy. That is why when the ti cos of my death, I will send you a letter that contains everyone who you can ask for help."
What scared Alia the most is that her daughter will walk a path full of hardship. A place she will distrust people, and her heart will be filled in the void of darkness. The longer she held her tears in she didn’t want to let go of Elia’s small hand.
"I’m sorry for not being the mother you need. I’m sorry if I cannot help you during your growth. I’m sorry if I’m not able to help you even if you need to the most. But I hope you will not fall into the dark and that there will be soone to help you, love the way you are. My daughter, Elia Beaumont. I love you."
Has the light ever felt so warm? Elia asked herself as she was slowly falling down into a void. That, later on, sparkled bright, blinding her eyes and forced her to shut her eyes. When she felt the bright light had faded. Her eyes flutter, and her vision was a bit blurred.
As she blinks a few more tis and her vision becos clear. The first thing she sees was a familiar ceiling. She slightly turned her head, looking at the window, seeing the night. How long has she been asleep? And there was sothing wrapped around her forehead.
Elia pushed herself to sit on the bed but struggled to move her body from the pain coming from the back of her head. She flinched and touched her head, feeling the bandages. The room was not lit, but she was still able to see in the dark. Not knowing the reason why but she wanted to stay by the balcony.
"I’m done for tonight," said Elliot, rubbed his temples while Air organizes the papers on his ssy table.
"It’s better for you to drink sothing warm. I’ll pre- "
"No, it’s alright. I plan to visit Elia tonight," stopped Elliot and stood up to wear his blue coat.
"At least get so rest. They won’t be making a move, especially since their leader isn’t working responding to them," suggested Air.
"It doesn’t an we should lower our guards either," Elliot stood in front of the door, about to leave his office. "But thanks for worrying about ," thanked Elliot, then he left his office, making his way to his room where Elia rested.
When he entered his room, the first thing his eyes fell on was his bed to see Elia, but she wasn’t there. Elliot looks around his room and sees his balcony open, and there sitting on a chair, he sees Elia, watching the moon.
His heart dropped, wishing this wasn’t a dream. He walked closer to her direction and wrapped his arms around her body. Elliot buried his head on her nape and knew it wasn’t a dream. Her flowery scent and her warmth.
Elliot felt Elia’s hand on his head, stroking his head. It’s really not a dream, is it?
"How are you feeling?" Elliot asked Elia, who continues stroking his head. He didn’t want to let go of her. Not this ti.
"My head hurts a bit, but it’s bearable," answered Elia as she lowered her hand.
"You’re awake. It’s not a dream, is it?" asked Elliot, trying to keep his composure as he held Elia in his arms.
Seeing Elliot about to collapse just by seeing her made Elia relieved that he still hasn’t given up on her. Just like before.
"It’s not. It’s not a dream, Elliot," Elia calls his na. He raised his head and turns Elia, looking at him, smiling. He grits his teeth and embraces her one more.
"You know I had a dream about my mother. She held
in her hands with gentleness and departed with a smile," paused Elia when Elliot embraces her tighter. "I started to wonder what kind of person is my real father. If he sees , will he accept
with warm embraces just like what my mother did?"
"Elliot, do you still rember the bet you made?" asked Elia while Elliot raises his head and looks at her, wondering what she was about to say. "I think I’ve really fallen in love with you," Elia smiles and brushes the tears that fell off Elliot’s eyes.
After all this ti? Elliot asked himself. The bet they made didn’t matter to him anymore. He doesn’t care about it anymore. All he cares about was the woman in his embrace right now.
"That bet doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters to
is that you are here awake in my arms," Elliot cups Elia’s face and slowly brought his lips to hers, kissing her with the most gentle kiss ever.
When their lips departed, Elliot craved for more. Everything from top to bottom, he wanted it but then not now when Elia had just woken up. Elia softly laughs as she nuzzles her cheek on his hand. This is it—the warmth she had been finding for.
"Have your mories return?" asked Elliot, not wanting to let go of Elia. Elia nods her head, and Elliot tries to keep a smile up. He pulls Elia back into his chest, "Thank you. Thank you for not leaving ."
"I love you, Elia."
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