One day when she let loose so much magic that she passed out, I materialized wholly and saw as she fell on her back from exhaustion, her eyelids falling just as quickly. I winced at the impact of my diary being stuck literally between a rock and a hard place. Without thinking and for my personal comfort, I rolled her off her back so that she was no longer squashing the obnoxious, yellow knapsack in which my diary resided.
I stared at my hands and flexed my fingers experimentally.
"Hmm…" The sound of my curiosity caused her to open her eyes and they locked onto my form.
She blinked and breath moved past her lips. I moved my head closer to her, having a strange desire to hear her words through my actual ears for the first time.
"...It's you," she whispered. And I knew this only because I actually listened when she took her sporadic, elementary English lectures. Unlike her.
"You know me?" I asked her in English but she had already passed out, her head rolling to the side, lips barely brushing mine because I leaned so close to her form.
That is when my last sense, that of taste, returned to me. I admit, I did not have any expectation for it to manifest. I did not even care for it. The thought of her spilling soup on my pages was an unpleasant one. But when her lips ghosted against mine, I pulled away and licked mine out of reflex. A hint of vanilla is what I tasted for the first time in decades. Even though it was only a hint, the experience was a lot more impactful.
How long has it been since my tongue has touched real food? With that taste of vanilla, the memory of other tastes flooded back to me. Ignoring the unconscious form, I rummaged through her rucksack and found a chocolate bar by the looks of it. I stared at the labeling that I could not read and just when I was about the tear open the package, I took notice that the outline of my body had acquired a blurred edge. And no sooner that I noticed it, the chocolate bar slipped through my seemingly solid figure and fell back into the bag.
It seems the power that had fueled my conjuring was not permanent to my misfortune. I gave a sigh and sat back on my heels as I watched myself fade away moments before the girl's friends ran onto the scene. I gave another long sigh as they yelled her name and frantically stumbled around, and I could literally do nothing. I could never do anything before, but the gain and loss of those few minutes of freedom had left me empty.
A/n: i wrote this chapter like AGES ago. before probably more than half the already posted ones. I just didn't know when I wanted to post this or if I wanted more filler. Once again, reviews much loved and appreciated. Great motivators. So motivate me.