Chapter Eleven: Something about a Token
After a nearly sleepless night caused from her jaw continuing to remind her it was hurting, Amelia awoke to feeling no pain at all. Without thinking, Amelia pressed her hand to her jaw, but didn't feel a single tinge of pain. In fact, it felt like it had never been injured in the first place! She knit her brow. This stank of healing magic, but she knew that there was no way for her or for Lina to use magic for many more months yet, and Gourry had never shown any aptitude toward magic...
A single white flower suddenly drew her attention. It was resting against her pillow, nothing to indicate why it was there, or even how, yet Amelia understood. She sat up and gently plucked the flower up from the pillow, its sweet scent invading her senses. Without a word, Amelia kept ahold of the flower as she went outside, walking about the perimeter of the yard as if expecting to find someone waiting just beyond her vision.
No one was to be seen.
Amelia stood a moment longer in the early morning's light. "I miss you," she whispered, then, still clutching the flower to her chest, went back inside the house.
To be continued...
Next time: Lina tossed her fork down on the table. "That's it! I can't take this anymore!"
Author's notes: This is the last of the short chapters. Hang on, it's going to be a bumpy ride!
Also, back when I originally wrote and posted this to my LJ, it inspired Piku-chan to draw it. I can't post direct links, but visit Deviantart and type "za my sappy regret" (minus the quotes) to see it. She so easily drew what I struggled to write!