Chapter 9
Lacus stood at Athrun's bedroom, a lidded bowl in one hand and the other balled in a fist ready to knock. Her eyes were wide. She could hear Athrun laughing. How long had it been since she heard him genuinely laugh? She wondered what it was that was causing him to laugh. Was the TV on? Was he reading? She was eager to know.
She was yet again ready to knock when she heard something else, or rather someone else. The sound was faint, and incoherent, but she heard another voice. Lacus knew she would be wrong for barging in, she knew that it was rude and an invasion of Athrun's privacy, but her eagerness steered the wheels, and she found herself turning his doorknob and stepping into his room.
Everything fell silent as they stared at each other in shock. Athrun was seated, Indian style, on his bed. His brow was furrowed over his wide eyes.
"I-I'm sorry," Lacus said. Her eyes surveyed the room. They were the only two there. The TV and his computer were off.
"Can I help you?" Athrun asked.
Lacus' face twisted in confusion.
"I wanted to…" she looked around again. "Would you mind trying my soup?"
She walked over to him and placed the bowl in his hand. Athrun slowly took it. In a blink of an eye, she was at his doorway again, her back to him. She looked over her shoulder, opening her mouth, but closing it again. Her cheeks were flushed; she bit her bottom lip.
"I am sorry," she said. "I'll go now."
She glanced at Athrun as she was shutting the door, and, for a moment, she swore she saw a white light shine next to him...like a floating bright ball. When she blinked, it was gone. The last thing she saw before completely closing the door was the still, worried look on Athrun's face. With her head spinning with muddling thoughts, Lacus made her way back to the kitchen.
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