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Chapter 3: Her Tear
"So," he began, his head held high with pride, a goofy grin stretching from ear to ear. "You've heard of me."
"Yes, UMF! Be careful!" she yelled playfully at him when she caught him during a failed attempt to stand up.
"WAIT A SECOND!" he bellowed, the sound echoing eerily through out the house.
"What?"
"I still don't know who you are or what the hell I'm doing here!"
"Well," she said as she allowed him to use her as a crutch. "My name is Lilliana, but you can call me Lils or Lily or whatever."
"And?"
"And… what? Oh yea, you are here in my house to get better and before you even ask, I live on the outskirts of central. Ya hungry?" She saw a starving glint in his eyes and smiled.
After setting him down in a chair in the kitchen, she grabbed a few pieces of wood from a box near the hearth and threw them in the old wooden stove.
Just as Ed was about to say something, anything, just to hear her speak, he saw her do something strange. She kneeled down in front of the old stove and from where he was sitting; Ed saw her grab one piece of wood back out of the stove. He leaned forward as far as he could and was only inches away from her, Lilliana held up one end of the small log lust in front of her lips and lightly blew across it. Ed couldn't
Help but stare at her and think 'Wow, she is so…' but before he could even finish his thought the end of the log Lilliana was blowing on burst into flames.
"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Lilliana turned around to see Ed screaming, arms flailing to try to keep his balance and failing miserably as his chair flew backwards, landing with a load thump on the floor. After a tense moment or so of Lilliana's fingers gently massaging Ed's scalp to make sure that he didn't add anymore bumps to the large number already there, she (to Ed's disappointment) removed her hands and let out a small sigh of relief. "You're fine," she said as she stood up and started retrieving pots and pans. "Good thing to," she continued, "I was worried that you hurt yourself." And with that Es who was still lying on the floor, started throwing his fists and kicking his feet at the air while yelling at the top of his lungs, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY CHECKING MY HEAD TO SEE IF I HURT MYSELF WHEN YOU ALMOST SET MY ON FUCKING FIRE! AND… AND…HOW THAT HELL DID, did you do that?" Calming down, his curiosity overwriting his anger, Ed propped himself up on an elbow and asked, "well, how di…" Lilliana heard Ed's sharp intake of breath and rushed to his side.
"Ed!" she screamed as she looked down at one of the bandages around his torso. It was turning red, and fast. She gently raised his head and set it on her lap, not wanting it to be on the hard, unforgiving floor. "Ed! Ed! Can you hear me? Nod if you can hear me, alright?" He slowly nodded, a small moan escaping his lips. "Ed! Look at me okay! Just look at me!" He slowly turned his head to face her and even though all of his pain he couldn't help but watch her as her eyes changed from their cark, radiant blue to an intense green as worry and anxiety conquered her every feature. "Ed, you have to promise me something, alright." He slowly nodded his head. "You have to promise me that whatever happens, WHATEVER happens, you will not tell anyone. Do you promise me that?" Ed slowly nodded again, but with so much pain coursing through his body, it was almost incoherent.
Lilliana slowly closed her eyes, and even with all his pain, Ed still focused on her. Within moments she opened hem back up. Calmness radiated from her very core, its invisible yet felt force helped to relax him and subdue the pain. Lilliana gently bent down, concentrating her energy, she closed her eyes and kissed Ed on his forehead.
The pain was gone. Ed wanted to jump for joy or something, anything, just because the pain was gone. But just thin he felt a restraining hand on his shoulder. She lifted her head and looked at Ed, searching his face for any sign of pain.
As Lilliana was about to remove Ed's head from her lap so that she could examine his abdomen, he caught her hand in his. He wanted to say thank you, but before he could say a word he looked at her eyes and saw that they were twin golden pools just like his and he lost all words. She gently brushed some of his blonde hair from his face, just like she did when Ed was unconscious lying in her bed. Ed slowly brought Lilliana back down to him and ever so gently, like a fleeting lover's touch, he kissed her. And Lilliana responded.
When Lilliana opened her eyes again, she gently kissed the inside wrist of Ed's hand that had caressed her cheek. She then lifted up his head and went to examine his torso. Lilliana quickly ripped open the blood soaked bandage. At the sound of Ed's wince, she reached out and smoothed his cheek, then she turned her attention back to the angry wound. And for the first time since the night her parents died, she allowed herself to shed a tear, one single tear. It snaked its way down her cheek and fell from her strong, little chin onto his wound. There was a blinding flash of light coming from where Ed's wound was. But for Lilliana, as soon as her tear his Ed's flesh, all went dark.