Chapter 21: Goodbye

EMILY POV...

I sat there, in the moment of decision. With my arms not obeying the brain any longer, I started to wear the robe. It took me few tries to stand upright again but my foot didn't hurt as I expected. Nasht probably treated it well. I smiled happily at her. I held the sac in my arms to follow her out of the room. With bare feet, the cold marble beneath me felt strange.

"Did you treat my foot?" I asked. She turned rapidly suhing me.

"Yes, I'm a doctor" she whispered. I nodded and decided to carry on quietly.

The silent corridor watched us walk, sneakily. I, as her mere shadow ultimately making it back in the dome shaped hall from where I had managed to escape few days ago. She motioned me to stop while she kept walking herself. From behind one of the pillar, I saw the same two guards talking. She, then called them over and spoke Korean orders. I wished I understood.

Whatever she said, it seemed to send them away from our sights. After she waved at me to come out from my hiding spot. I followed her commands and sauntered. I tiled my head just a little from under the robe to the doorway that led back to our room keeping JJ and Rossi. The longing to return was over whelming so I quickly looked away. The main courtyard welcomed us in darkness.

And, my feet stopped suddenly.

"Don't do that!" She whispered madly, definitely annoyed by me.

"You want me killed too" she said. I signed. She watched me, my empty eyes, all with one desire.

"I can see the love in your eyes, something so rare here" she calmed finally looking around for danger.

"Rare? I thought it never existed at all" I whispered. She just stared at me.

"It did, once..." she took a deep breath and her eyes filled up.

"So that's why you're helping me?" I asked, trying my best to get her intentions straight. She remained quiet studying my eyes, then looked at my hands.

"I'm helping myself"

She turned to walk again but I didn't follow. I wanted to stay here, even if it meant death. I wanted to be with my team, my Spencer.

"I was once in your place"

I looked up at her back, standing still.

"So what if I die?" She whispered to herself. She nodded and rapidly turned to grab my arm. We walked over to another doorway instead, leading into a whole new part of the mansion, seeping in darkness. An owl howled as we walked past a garden, and the moon shone bright.

She stopped at a door and gently twisted the knob. I followed her into the large chamber not knowing where I was going. She had her finger on her lips, quietly. She waved me over to a side of the room, to a small window. I stepped over and saw from the window, the princess Urwah's bedroom, lightened in candles and rose petals all around. On the large bed, two figures could be seen sleeping. I placed my face against the glass to see better. The tears blurred my vision.

It was him, my prince lying on the bed, covered in white gold sheet. I placed my palm on the glass, pretending as if I was touching him. My lips and chin trembled in agony of separation we endured. The glass fogged. His left arm was dangling off the bed. That very instant, I wanted to break all bonds, all laws and the glass to reach him. What prison was he in? It was becoming hard to breathe anymore. I felt Nasht's hand on my shoulder. Time was over. And, then he stirred a little in delicate sleep, shifting until his face was in my view now. I smiled a little, finally able to see his eyes, nose and pinks lips. He looked sad, very sad. If, there was any hope for him to escape, it was me. My love for him swelled my heart with happiness. Suddenly it came back to me, the reason of my life, of my survival. I could fight the whole world, even the God to be with him again.

"Goodbye, for now" I whispered. But, in my heart I promised him to return back, to take him back home.

"Sometimes you have to let go from one hand to get it in your other hand" Nasht whispered to me and I backed off the window, my palm still touching the glass as if I was literally slicing in half. It wasn't enough. Nothing could be enough. With him one lifetime was too little.

"I'll be back" I told him and let Nasht pull me out of the room. I wiped my eyes but my heart still heaped. And, we were back to the hall and into the gardens. On the far side of the wall, a ladder was placed. She told me to climb it and jump out of the mansion for good. I did and as I sat on the top of wall, the huge mansion starred back at me. And, below me the Princess Nasht stood. One sister had us all trapped in her claws and other pulling us out from there. I prayed for her. She helped real lovers and I hoped she too find real love to live for. I, then removed the necklace around my neck and passed it down to Nasht.

"If you can...give this to him for me" I whispered. She nodded.

I waved her bye but she just watched me, emotionlessly. And, I jumped to land on the cold road. My injured foot and the bones pained in force. With only two days of rest and few items with me, a whole new journey awaited me. There were miles and miles of land to cover to get to southern borders and eventually home. Humanly, it seemed impossible but with God on my side, with love and Mr. Happy watching me, maybe there was hope. Tonight, might be the last time I saw Spencer in this lifetime. I gulped the bile down and started to walk. With no sense of direction, no way of knowing where to go. In the darkness of night, I let my feet decide the path, crossing the road to get to the other side. Before any guard could spot me, I started to run off, as far away from the mansion as possible, in hope to never look back.

REID POV...

It's tragic when soft pillows hurt your head, when good food induces vomit, when love filled hugs causes disgust. It's tragic when every comfort known to man fails to comfort you, when nothing can make you happy any longer. It's sad when a human thinks of hurting themselves to be in ease again. It's punishment, when death is favored on life.

Spencer Reid, learnt abandonment early in life. For him, lonely times were not alone. His books and imaginary friends were always there. As a child, I was out casted due to my greater mental abilities. The concept of friendship was a mere illusion in my head where I pretended to have loyal friends. I never thought that these imagination would become real one day in shape of Emily and Morgan.

I never had to pretend anymore. They were real and the greatest asset of my life. I regret not letting them know of their importance in my life. But, with them gone, the hollowness in my soul would destroy me. I didn't have them to draw my strengths back. So, like a lifeless corpse I laid on the bed.

The morning had arrived. The drugs were still running in my system.

"Good morning, darling" Princess said from my side. I turned my head towards her. She was smiling at me. At least, I still had her. Or, she still had me.

"Today we should go out somewhere" She said happily.

"Ohh, our honeymoon is still due too" she sat up. I wanted to talk but had no voice.

"There're so many nice places we can go see together" she said as her hand roamed on the bed until it touched me. She then placed her head on my chest.

"I wish you talked more" she signed. She had to be the first person to say that about me, it usually was the other way around. She lifted her head to face me.

"Are you sad about your friends?" she mentioned and I just stared in her eyes.

"You can tell me, share it?" she asked lightly but it was too late. I was insane already.

"Spencer?" She sat up straight, more worried now.

"Are you feeling okay?" she placed her hand over my forehead. How could I tell her, one without the other just doesn't work.

Princess POV...

It pained me to see what Spencer had become after meeting his friends from camp. At breakfast, he sat staring at the food. No threats made him even flinch anymore. He didn't respond to anything I said. I, too let him have his time.

After getting all dressed up, I looked around for him. He was found sitting in the grass of my garden, blankly. Usually meeting his fellows in the other room was the first thing he did in the morning. But, it was noon already and he never talked. What had happened to my precious darling? I walked over to him in the garden and sat beside him.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" I asked politely. Had I damage him beyond repair? I panicked. He didn't reply and kept on playing with the grass.

"Spencer?" I lifted his chin over to me "What's wrong?"

He didn't look up. I tried to talk with him but nothing came out of him. Giving up, I walked away doing my own things. It was in the evening that I became ever so worried. He still was sitting in the same spot, almost all day.

Impatiently, I called his friend JJ to get him to talk or at least eat. We both arrived in the garden.

"Spence" she spoke but he didn't even look her way.

"Are you okay?" She hugged and cradled him, like a mother. Both exchanged no further words.

"Why isn't he talking?" I asked her after a while. She angrily glared me.

"You had your fun, didn't you?" She bitterly asked.

"Excuse me, you're talking to a royal" I reminded her of her status, low line prisoner.

"Real humans have feelings, when they get hurt, they react unlike you animals" she spat out. How dare she blame me for this.

"What?" I yelled. Her hands on my Spencer was enough to tick me off now.

"Get your hands off him" I ordered. She rejected me. I moved hastily and pulled her arm off him, pushing her back. She was weaker than I thought.

"Learn to listen!" I said. She glared madly at me.

"He's not a toy!" She screamed.

"But he's mine" I proudly exclaimed. The anger in her eyes pleased me. I was the winner and nothing could change that. I grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. Both of us walked out together. He didn't even look back at her. I smiled again.

At the entrance, stood the witch, I mean Nasht. She just glared at both of us in her long golden dress. For some odd reasons, she looked tired.

"Care to move aside" I spoke. Her arms were folded as she looked at Spencer. Then, laughed.

"MOVE!" I demanded. She continued on laughing.

"I will sister...just.." she finally regained herself and straightened.

"Spencer, I have something for you" She said, now stepping on my nerves. He just watched her, lost within himself.

"Consider it a wedding gift from me" she said and opened her fist to a gold necklace leaving me confused. Necklace, really? I laughed at her silliness. There was no doubt left that she was fully crazy like the rest of the nation thought. Spencer's eyes too widened and stared right back at Nasht. She smiled and nodded with a soft touch.

Spencer slowly took the necklace from her hand, examining it hard. He looked shocked for some reason.

"Thanks" he spoke for the first time during the day, his voice so small.

"I'll never forget the kindness" he said leaving me confused. He never spoke to me like that. Nasht left quietly.

"Ignore her, she's crazy" I explained but he too left. He never spoke to me, nor JJ and now Nasht. Different ideas were roaming around now. I just wanted us to stay away from her evil spells.

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