Chapter 6
Athrun was seated at the wooden table — the table that he, Lacus and Kira sat at after the war was over, the table that Cagalli was missing from. He was in the middle of dipping his teabag in his steaming mug when he felt a chill pass through him; a frigid chill that overtook his flesh as well as his bones, and, if possble, his soul. Athrun smiled. There she was, in front of him, seated on the countertop, legs crossed, her arms covering her bare chest. She wasn't looking at him. Athrun frowned.
"Your back," he said, standing up.
"I want to live again," Cagalli said. "And, if I want to do that, I have to have contact with this world. I will get lost in the realm of the spirits if I don't." She still didn't look at him. "The voices told me so...they told me that I needn't forget...they told me that since you're the one who interrupted my passing on, that I have to stay by you. That's why I've been bothering you all this time."
"You're not—"
"I believed them at first...you and I have a connection, and if that connection is strong enough, then I can come back...at least that was part of it. They may have been wrong."
"Why would you say that?" Athrun said.
He walked closer to her, but she turned her body away from him, still covering herself. Athrun sighed. Her expression, her gestures, posture, it was the total opposite of the last few months. She had gained a boldness, beyond that of her living self, these passing months. She hadn't cared that she was bare and she had become flirtatious. He didn't understand the change, but he grew used to it. Was she no longer comfortable around him?
"I'm only here now to let you know." She finally looked at him.
"What do you—"
And with that, she vanished again.