We decided on Isabell. Not a clue how the thought surfaced, but she seemed content with the idea. It was nice to see Marcy again. Nice doesn't come close to describing it, but any other word is just as unjust. She had completely changed- it was apparent. She held a thinner frame- though stomach was obviously bloated. Her hair had grown past her shoulders, hanging limp and lifeless- an observation I was sure not if I approved of- it held a sense of elegance that was foreign to my memories of this farmer. Her skin seemed like rice paper, much different from the slight tan she always held. I was at a loss for words- taken aback by her beauty, yet stricken by the cold lifelessness of it.

I scan the kitchen for evidence of the manic man who has made her this way- but then feel quite displeased with myself. I shouldn't be thinking like that. This girl, who in spirit seems to have not changed at all, has trusted me into her home again. She has trusted me with her memories- with her beautiful laugh.

"Sorry for the mess," she trails off, clearly ashamed. I fail to repress a giggle; she was always the one telling me to clean up. She furls her eyebrows at me, "What?" She genuinely sounds upset.

"Oh, nothing," I mock, "Just looks like you need some help is all." I pace around the table eyes closed, nose in the air.

"Nuh uhh!" A sheer sock stamps the floor, "You just came at a bad time is all." I try to sneak a peek at the adorable expression I can tell she is making.

"Sorry, not buying it- Sweetie. Looks like you need 'Da Master's' help with this one." She scoffs.

"The Master? You've gotta be kidding me," she states, accompanied by an eye roll.

"No, no. It's," I turn to emphasize with arm jesters, "Da Master. Da. And you'd be surprised what I'm capable of." It's apparent that she's contemplating saying something that could change the course of the direction of this conversation. Anyone could tell by the way she's sucking in her lower lip. Marcy was always so easy to read.

"Still don't buy it." Guess she played it safe. No conversation twisters there.

"A lot can change in a season, my dear."

"Not that much."

"Want I should prove myself?" I start to unbutton my shirt from beneath my apron to watch her squirm. A sound similar to a growl escapes her throat.

"Not like that you dimwit!" She turns to face the door in embarrassment. Something about this makes me believe she didn't wrong me. Feathers fly to my chest; my body instinctively reaches for her. I stop. The sadness takes me over.

"Hey, you look kinda beat. You should go take a dip in the springs. I'll uhh- I'll clean up here." She turns, a shy smile gracing soft rose lips. The feathers turn to liquid steal that seeps through my body. How I wish I could- how we could have been- we would have- but it was too late.

"You sure?" It was unlike her to ask- to give a chance for me to change my mind. Her words were timid, unaware of the sadness that weighed down on my body.

"Yeah, I'm sure Marcy." Odd language must be a formality to our relationship.

To be completely fair, I lost my computer in a freak accident without backing up my files, so I had to reread everything multiple times to remember the storyline, and that can get depressing because you have to rewrite everything and its never the same as it originally was and-and-and- it's depressing. You know what else is depressing? Writing shit on your Ipad which doesn't automatically autocorrect the 'I'… you all should be thankful. You know what else is depressing? My utter disregard for grammar in this depressing rant. And you know what else else is depressing? the fact that all my doctors are complete shit heads and refuse to treat me, and as an effect of that i now can't walk, talk or think straight. makes rereading everything a bitch and a half. Uggnn. OH! And The Yoshinator, I had no idea I was gonna take the plot this way- maybe your message was floating at the back of my brain all this time- but woah. Yeah xD more chapters to come.

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