Magical Peace
Eraya
A cinnamon bun with a latte, please.
She smiled, ordering at the café in her next town of Matsumoto.
Malcom had already left her company.
She went over and sat in the table on a wooden platform, putting her leather bag down on it.
Eraya
(Would she be here?)
She murmured, and looked outside from the glass wall beside her.
A view of the street leading to the café, a fairly engaged one with people walking by and again. It seemed it was a popular one, still and quiet, of an ever delicious aroma of coffee beans and bakery.
Eraya
(I can't wait go exploring.)
That's when her thoughts took a turn — she noticed a little boy, not more than six, standing across the street.
A tear scrolled down his full cheek, his lips trembled from trying not to cry.
Kid
(Lips overturning as he fights tears)
Her eyes relax in acknowledgement, and sympathy, noticing noises — harsh and loud, behind him, as she tried to focus, spotting a couple fighting, most probably the child's parents.
She wears a forced smile, before muttering a little something under her breath and twirling her finger in a circle on the table.
A sparkling butterfly with the feathers of ice blue transparency materializes from her open leather bag. She watches with a mischief in her eyes, it flying across the café and outside through the entrance.
It flew over to the little boy, fluttering its gorgeous wings with profound gentleness as it stopped before him, distracting him totally and making his eyes go wide with amusement.
It makes her giggle how he's smiling now, his eyes following the butterfly in excitement who's circling him continuously. It has made his day.
And hers, as she smiles some more, noticing the waiter standing by and staring at her.
He must've been dazzled by the positivity she radiated, and the mind baffling smile.
।।।
Uh, here's your order, miss.
He places it down on her table, and before she would attempt to say a thank you, as if electricity runs through her, and drives her out of stability—
she jumps up in her seat.
She looks around her frantically.
All eyes on her.
She announces in a loud whisper, walking out of her table.
Nervous like a duck, she starts to tip toe toward the table which is occupied by a white-haired.
She can't see their eyes, as stated, because the person is resting her head down on the table's top. Are they sleeping?
Everybody continues to stare at her, as she is not aware of anything but the figure before him. A figure with the color and texture of a hair she has come here searching for.
She doesn't dare to go over the other side and look at their face to confirm.
Neither does she needed to, though, but just in case.
Just in case, she walks across, and bends a little to stare at their face up close.
Pale skin, plump lips, straight nose.
And a familiarity.
And a heap of relief.
Cups of peace.
She sighs, and bursts into a smile, squatting down and almost tearing up as others wonder if she's fine.
Eraya
It's you! (murmurs happily)
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AUTHOR-SSI AMAZING CHAPTER MUAH 💋💋💋, I WANT MORE AND LONGER CHAPTERS PLEASE
2024-05-05
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