Ellen's P.O.V.
I awoke in my bed. In the bed of my house. Not Viola's? Wasn't I her? Wait. I cast a do over spell...
I tried to get out of the bed, but raged into a coughing fit. I quickly laid back down and shut my eyes tightly, wishing away the pain.
As the pain ceased, I opened my eyes again and saw Viola entering the room, wearing a sweet smile.
'The spell worked,' I thought. 'But will things be any different?'
Viola set down an old woven basket she was carrying. It was filled to the brim with my three favorites fruits: Apples, strawberries, and red grapes.
"How are you feeling, Ellen?" she asked, picking an apple out of the basket and peeling it for me.
"The same as always," I replied. "It hurts to move and I can't stop coughing."
It didn't show on her face, but their was a deep pain in her eyes. Was it because she felt bad for me? Or could it be that memories from before the spell were still lodged in her mind?
She turned over to me and, noticing my expression, sighed.
"Sorry," said Viola, trying to laugh everything off. "I've just been so worried about you. Do the doctors know what's wrong?"
I shook my head, wincing at the pain I felt from moving. It was great that the spell was working, but now I had to suffer through my illness again.
"Don't worry!" encouraged Viola. "I'll always be here to take care of you. Ellen, if there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask!"
Viola had such a kind heart. She was such a friend to me. Why had I ever put her through so much misery?
Viola's P.O.V.
A tear then began to run down Ellen's cheek, followed by many others. She was crying? Was it something I said? Is she in pain?
I rushed over to her bedside immediately, setting the apple down on her dresser. I grabbed her hands, holding them tight. Maybe if I held on tight enough, I'd never have to lt her go.
She stopped crying when she saw the sad look on my face. She freed one of her hands from my grasp and wiped away her tears and pushing purple strands of hair out of her face.
"I'm sorry, Viola."
"About what?" I asked.
Ellen looked away from me. "I think it's best that you don't know."
I was a bit bewildered, but I dropped the subject. It was obvious that she didn't wish to discuss it further.
I patted her hand gently and released it, returning to my previous spot. I picked up the apple and continued to peel it.
I couldn't understand what Ellen was going through, but I could sympathise. I'd care for her and heal her. And even if things came to a bitter end, I'd never forget her. I may cry a thousand sorrowful tears, but I would never forget her beautiful face. The face of my best and only friend.
Ellen's P.O.V.
I silently scolded myself for crying in front of her. She was already doing so much for me. I didn't want to force any more unnecessary worry on her.
I was overjoyed that the spell had worked. Maybe now things could really work.
'Can they Ellen?'
No. Not that demon. He was forcing himself into my thoughts again.
'No matter how many times you try to fix things, they'll only break again. Don't forget, you forged a contract with me. Your soul is mine WITCH.'
No. I would fix things. I'll MAKE things work this time. I'll get out of that demon contract even if it means enduring the pain of my illness and KILLING that accursed demon. Hmph. Since he was disguised as a cat, it would be so easy to kill him...
'Just remember, good things must ALWAYS come to an END. And I'll make sure that end is very bitter...'
