Frostbite
"Mr. Godot?" Her small, clenched voice seemed slightly braver than it had been when I'd first found her.
I sighed quietly and gazed down at her tiny figure with masked sympathy, the little tyke was too young to understand the situation she was currently in.
Pearl Fey, the youngest member of the branch descent, an insignificant part of the Feys, or so it seemed. She was shivering beneath her Kurain robes, clothes that didn't provide much heat in the brittle, cold wind here at Hazukara. Only nine and already subjected to the harsh world of Law.
It was, as once could comment, unfair.
On the contrary, when has the world ever been fair to us?
A tiny tug stopped the train of thought chugging away inside the endless railways of my mind and brought my attention back onto the little brown haired girl.
"I was w-wondering…" Her teeth were chattering and I drew her closer to me without thinking. She squeaked in surprise but made no move to edge away, and managed to continue asking her question.
Her cheeks were now ablaze from what appeared to not be the blasting freeze of the ongoing hail nor my sudden sense of protection.
"Do you h-have a Special S-someone?"
Bitter, more bitter than blend #46. That was the only way I could describe how I felt then.
Pearl nervously stood there, not knowing if she had said the right thing at this precise moment.
"Ha…!" I heard my own, empty laugh ring out, lost immediately to the gushing wind. She stared, transfixed as ever and patiently waited for my answer.
"It doesn't matter anymore." My own lips moved before the words registered in my stiff brain. "You wouldn't have remembered who she was."
"R-Remember?" Pearls eyes lit up ever so slightly.
"So you DO have a special someone!"
"Yes…but."
"Where is she now? Is she in a warm house waiting for you to come back to her…Mr. Godot…?"
Something wet was falling down my cheek.
"Mr. Godot! You're…bleeding! Oh no, no, no, no!"
"Calm down, little miss Kitten. I'm fine."
"No, you're not!" She let go of my hand.
"You're not and you should be resting and we're both stuck in this…"
"Pearl."
She fell silent immediately. Sometimes I wonder what she does all day in that crazy village they run. Study her head off?
"This conversation never happened. Let's just go and warm ourselves up, shall we?"
"But…Mr. Godot…Your…"
"I'm fine. Let's go."
I wiped away the stain that my tears had made on my clothes.
Well, the wet bits.
I couldn't see the actual stain myself.
No red, remember?
No red.
End.