Chapter 4 Love

As I sat in the clover patch overlooking the town, I let out a sigh. It was beautiful. The whole sight was beautiful. The town where the Precure lived was boisterous and energetic. It was filled to the brim with sunshine, and the air smelled delightful. I could smell donuts, freshly mowed lawn, sweet perfume_it was nice.

Yes, it was very nice indeed. At least, that's what people think. That is what Setsuna told Love what she thinks. But does Eas think that? No, she does not. Or rather, she did not.

I was born in raised in gray. I lived my life in conformity. I was told to appreciate order, because where there is order, there is cooperation. And where there is cooperation, there is value and purpose. Lord Moebius wanted order, and I being Eas, wanted it too.

But now Eas is dead.

I take a look at the clover patch that I am sitting on. Actually, patch is not really the right word to use. It is much closer to a tarp, or perhaps a blanket. It is a green blanket that keeps the bare hill warm.

I giggle at my thoughts. I notice that I have been using a lot of metaphors lately. Is that because of Love? I wouldn't doubt it.

"Setsuna!"

Speak of the devil. Love comes running up to me. There are three things I notice right off the bat. For one, she is untransformed. Secondly, she is completely alone. And lastly...she is smiling.

"How are you doing, Setsuna?" Love asked.

"Uhh..."

"It's a lovely morning, isn't it?"

I don't know how to respond. I cast a glance back to the town, hesitant to look Cure Peach in the face.

"Setsuna? Are you okay?"

I continue to stare at the town. I hear the clock chime in the distance, signify that it is two o'clock.

"I'm fine," I finally say.

"Are you sure?" That question triggers some sort of frustration in me.

"Yes, Love, I am great!"

Love looks a little taken aback by the words I shouted at her. I feel guilt strike me in the heart, causing me to look down at the ground. My left hand is resting among the clovers. The fleshy white looks odd when placed against the natural green.

"What's the matter?" Love asks me gently.

I let the question hang in the air for a long time. Then, just as I am about to answer, I burst into tears. Love cradles me in her arms, stroking my back compassionately.

"It's okay," she says. "It's gonna be okay."

I don't buy that. Not for a second, not for a lifetime.

"Love..." I say as I choke back tears..."I have nowhere to go."

Love looks at me in wonder.

"Nowhere?"

"Nowhere," I repeat. "I can't live here, I can't live in Labyrinth; I can't live anywhere."

Love places her hand on my shoulder.

"Well, don't worry. I will find a place for you to stay. I promise."