Chapter 8
Changes and Constants
Krys: Sorry but right now I'm the boss of this story. Meaning, I don't feel like writing and author's note. That's Aia's specialty. Hope you don't mind.
A few months since Kiara and Kovu had left their home with Aia and worked in the elder's shop. For once in their lives, things were going right. The three of them were paid minimum wage, worked 5 days a week and didn't have to pay room and board.
Krys sat on her bed, looking out the window. Her thoughts recollected the happenings of the past few months. She and Enrique were still going out. The situation didn't bug her as much as it used to. Probably because she had fallen for Enrique's charm. As much as Krys tried to deny it, she actually felt something for the blond-haired flirt.
There was a light knock on the door. 'It's probably him,' Krys thought getting up and opening the door. Before her stood Enrique. She gave him the usual hug and let him enter her room. He sat on the bed, Krys followed suit. She rested her head on Enrique's shoulder, her head pounding in her chest. What was she to say? How was she to tell him?
"Um…I…Enrique…I-I…l--" Krys began but stopped when she felt a hand on her cheek. She stared in his brilliant blue eyes.
"You love me? Is that it?" he asked in a low, serious voice.
"…yes…" she replied in barely a whisper. "But how did you now?" Enrique smirked at her question.
"I can read the indications you give off," he said and closed the distance between them.
Aia sat in the airport waiting for her grandmother to arrive. They had decided mto meet every two months, this would be their second meeting.
"Aia?" asked an all too familiar voice. Aia turned around to face her grandmother.
"Gramma!" she exclaimed happily, running into the older woman's embrace. The woman smiled at her granddaughter.
"I don't know why I worry about you. You're more than capable of taking care of yourself. How are Kovu and Kiara?" she asked Aia with a hint of amusement.
"They're doing great! The people who look after us are very kind," Aia said reassuringly.
"That's good. You know everyone is worried about you."
"I know," Aia sighed. She led her grandmother to where the old lady, known as Mrs. Miori lived. Kovu and Kiara were waiting patiently beside her. Aia's grandmother hugged the two of them and they made their way back to the shop.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like to see your grandfather?" Aia's gramma asked.
"I already told you Gramma, you know I can't face him again. Not after what I've done," Aia said sadly.
"I know honey," Aia's grandmother said wrapping her arms around her. Gramma left two days after. Aia sat on her bed sadly. Kovu was walking by and heard soft crying from within the room.
"Aia?" he asked. She looked up at him.
"What?" she asked.
"Are you okay?" Kovu asked. Aia held up a picture of a young couple holding two babies.
"They're my parents…they dies a couple of years ago. Leaving everyone else I loved…I can't take it!" Aia said, tears welling up in her eyes. Kovu watched her cry. He tries to fight back impulses. He sat down beside her, looking at her sadly. Out of nowhere he wrapped his arms around her. Aia immediately stopped crying and returned the embrace.
Aia: Short chapter and yeah, I'm back…I left it like this cause I found this made a good ending.