Having You Is Enough

sakura mae su: Oh…. I was so touched by all of your reviews (cries) Anyway when I was writing this I was so happy because I got the motivation from someone hehehehe…. I can give this opportunity to say thanks from all of my reviewers:

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Jai Akari: thanks for all the kind words and I know the last chapter was a little disturbing but I think this will help hehehe

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sakura mae su: Okay that's about enough now on with the story!!!!

Chapter 5: Guilt

Hours after the fight, Aya sat between the two surly old men in a clinic near their town. Her mother had gone for coffee and snacks, but Aya suspected she could no longer tolerate the scowling and moaning. Clearly disturbed, Lyserg had quickly returned to the forge. He didn't even look at Aya.

Lyserg's grandfather needed four stitches along his check bone and though Aya's father complained bitterly of a broken nose (it had bleed a lot) As Aya waited under the fluorescent lights without even the comfort of a People magazine, she noticed a speck of blood dying on her pants. She went to the bathroom and tried to dab at the speck with some wet toilet paper.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her hair had dried funny from the pond water. It was slightly puffy, rather than smooth and straight. She had the sensation of being tipsy. She put her face right up to the mirror. Is that really me? She thought.

Returning to the waiting area, she saw how silly the old men looked. Their plastic chairs were side by side, but in their efforts to spurn each other they were sitting almost back to back. Aya knew how ridiculous, how absurd how comical even this whole thing was. But though it seemed funny, it didn't actually feel funny to her. It just felt bad. She felt ashamed. Obviously her mother believed that Lyserg had physically attacked her, and she had told her father. Now they both believed that their beloved Lyserg was some kind of evil rapist.

Aya could see now how profoundly she had over reacted. She should have told her mother the truth and not let her jump to dramatic conclusions.

So Lyserg had spied on her. He'd seen her naked. It was a bad, stupid and juvenile thing to do. Even so, she'd felt relieved to see his big sturdy self intervening in the fight and calming the two men down before they killed each other.

Lyserg had spied on her, and she was annoyed at him for that. But she hadn't done the things her parents believed he'd done.

Now what? When everything calmed down and they'd all had a chance to rest, she would apologize to her parents and explain what really happened. And then she would explain it to Lyserg. And eventually everything would be fine.

Though breakfast with her father had become a routine, it hadn't lost its awkwardness. Especially after what happened. This morning her Rice Krispies violently snapped, crackled and popped while her father ate quiet Cheerios.

She studied him, searching for her moment. She tried to catch his gray-green eyes, similar color to hers. She wanted to look sincere and repentant, but her noisy cereal was messing up the effect.

"Father, I…"

He looked up. His face was concerned.

"Well, I just…" Her voice was practically shaking.

Her father nodded and put his hand over hers. It was a sweet gesture. It meant love and protection, but it also meant We don't have to talk about it.

She wished Ling weren't such a snoozer in the morning. Aya had been too tired and confused to come clean to Ling and her friends last night, and her parents hadn't discussed it at all. Ling had asked about the bandage on his nose, but her father had shrugged it off. In school she was not herself her friends were worried about her but she won't tell them why. Now Aya wanted to tell her sister and her friends the whole story and at least get the patented Ling reality check, even if it was punishing. After that she'd tell her parents. That would work better. But Ling was still asleep and her friends had gone off somewhere.

Upstairs after breakfast, Aya packed up her painting supplies. Routine always helped an unsettled mind. She peered out her window at the time Lyserg usually passed by to stop at the café up the street, before turning back downhill to the forge, but this morning he didn't, Of course he didn't.

Leaving the house, she decided to walk downhill today, Sunlight pulsing off the white walls beat into her eyes, casting clear light into her brain and illuminating its dusty, disregarded corners.

She walked toward Lyserg's house. Because of the curve of the sidewalk, his house was positioned in such a way that if you happened to trip and roll, and the door to his house happened to be open you could end up in his living room.

She walked by slowly. No sign of activity. Heading further down to the cliffside, she sent herself in the direction she believed the forge to be. Maybe she would pass him. Maybe she could talk to him or at least communicate with her facial expression that she knew things had gotten powerfully out of hand.

She didn't see him. She kept walking. Halfheartedly, she set up her easel just under her favorite church. She got out her charcoal, ready to sketch out the bones of the bell tower. Her hand hesitated as her mind raced around.

She put her charcoal away. Today for a change, she didn't feel like painting. She packed up the rest of her things and headed back uphill.

Maybe she would pass by Lyserg this time. Maybe she would go to the park with her friends. Maybe she would find a way to tell her parents what really happened.

Well, she told herself on the bright side, Lyserg wouldn't be bothering her anymore. But that side didn't seem so bright just now.

sakura mae su: Well that's the end don't forget to review okay!!!