Sunday's Solomon Grandy
By Kaji no Tenshi
Chapter Five Friday
Lucy looked at Alistair worriedly as he calmly ate his meal at the table in the kitchen. Ever since she had shooed him to bed last night, she couldn't stop worrying. When he insisted to eat outside the room, she fretted even more. "Alistair, are you sure…you don't want to stay in bed?"
The man smiled at Lucy. "You worry too much, Lucy. I am not as fragile as you believe me to be. I'll be fine. I'm just eating in the kitchen while sitting in a chair."
She bit her lip. "I'm sorry."
"There's no need to say sorry. Nothing wrong with worrying, but I really don't want you to worry over something that's not going to happen."
Lucy wanted to point out that the headache can mean his return of his memories, which meant he will leave her forever, but she realized it was not something she wanted to tell him, in case, he got the idea of actually doing that. Perhaps, she was selfish. She had somewhat made Alistair promised to seal the ring for her, and now, she wanted him to forever forget those memories that would keep him away from her.
She was one selfish woman that was in love.
"What are you thinking?"
Looking up, she realized that Alistair was peering at him and that she had spaced out. She shook her head and smiled. "Nothing much."
He didn't seem convinced. "You sure?"
"It's nothing, Alistair."
He stared at her intently for a few seconds before pushing his plate away from him and decided to leave the matter to be. "How's the progress on the doll then?"
Lucy's eyes sparkled at the new topic. "It's nearly done. A few more details and some paint on the doll, then she'll be complete."
Standing, Alistair walked to Lucy. "She'll be as beautiful as you, I'm sure." He reached out a hand and brushed a loose piece of her hair, placing it behind her ear.
The female blushed. "I'm not beautiful at all."
"You underestimate yourself. You are beautiful. Trust me." With that, he lowered his lips on to hers.
Lucy titled her head as she kissed Alistair back hesitantly. Her head felt dizzy with all sorts of different feelings. Feeling Alistair's hands wrapping around her waist, she wrapped her own around his neck. Soon, she was whimpering as she felt his lips travel downwards, kissing her neck lightly. One of his hands was sliding her shirt off her shoulder and she could feel her cheeks heating up. No matter how much her mind was screaming how this was inappropriate, she found herself not caring.
Suddenly, she realized he had stopped kissing her. Blinking her eyes into focus, she saw the man holding his head with his two hands in pain. "Alistair, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
"My head, my head hurts…My head…" He stumbled, crashing into the shelf on the wall.
"Alistair!"
She watched in horror as the clock fell from the shelf and hit the man on his head. Eyes widening, she felt like screaming as she watched the blood flow down Alistair's forehead. Quickly, she knew she shouldn't waste time, so she grabbed her bottle and swallowed a few pills before running to the man that had lost consciousness. Her face paled as she took in the blood still flowing.
Frantically, she looked around the kitchen and found a clean piece of cloth. She ripped it into strips and roughly tried to stop the blood flow as she bandaged his wound.
She has to drag him into the bedroom and lay him on the bed. Then she would have to gather herbs to dress his wounds. Lucy couldn't help by shiver the feeling of déjà vu. The reason Alistair ended up with her was because he was attacked by burglars and hit his head, causing him to lose his memories. Does that mean, hitting his head this time would cause him to remember his past memories, making him leave her?
She doesn't like that though. At all.
By the time she had dressed the wound of the man she was tired. As she sat beside the bed, waiting for Alistair to wake up, she worked on the doll. The doll that represented the memories between the two of them.
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Author's Note: This chapter is shorter, way shorter, on purpose. (You can so tell I rushed the end) First of all, because nothing interesting is happening. Second, I don't feel like adding extra scenes to drag the chapter to the usual length. One more chapter and the epilogue then this story will be finished! I'm so glad. Technically, it would be smart of me to finish the next chapter as quickly as possible because I already have the epilogue written, but I don't feel like it, so meh. deadpan
