Saya had spent the morning in the garden. Her hair covered her face in a serene manner. She truly looked like a dark angel. Hours passed before she finally went inside.
"You sing beautifully," one of the maids complimented. Saya smiled in return and thanked her.
"You have never sung for Carl before your amnesia. I thought I even saw him smile last you sung! He hasn't smiled in many years; he's been so busy and tired. Perhaps he'd even given up on happiness until you got better. You were like his cure. But at the same time his poison. He couldn't live without you and yet he had to stay away. And he was the same with you. You both are each other's poison and cure. It's very confusing," she said. Saya smiled kindly like an innocent child. For a moment she felt blissful until her body suddenly halted from its movements and she stared blankly at the maid.
"Miss Saya, are you alright?" she asked. Saya did not respond.
"I'm so happy, Saya. We're all alone, this is how it's suppose to be right before we kill each other. I know you think about me all the time, and I think about you. We've waited so long. I will let no one interfere with our precious last moments. Focus. Think of me alone! Think of only killing me!" he said. His voice echoing everywhere in the barn. She whipped her sword to the side, only to find that he wasn't there.
"Excellent! That was a splendid move!" he said. Saya swiveled hastily on her heels. He was there before her. The shadows blurred his face.
"My dearly beloved Saya standing right before my eyes!" he said as Saya began to drift from her memory. The last thing she could make out was a crimson substance beneath her.
What is this beneath me? It looks like the substance that Carl drinks. Blood, is this blood?
Saya gasped as she emerged from the memory.
"Miss Saya, are you alright?" the maid asked. Saya closed her eyes and set a hand on her forehead.
"Oh dear, you're starting to remember, aren't you?" she asked.
"I-I'm not sure. I'm gonna go lie down. If Carl comes home tell him I am asleep and not to disturb me. I have a killer migraine," Saya said. She walked away and groaned.
That man, he sounded just like Carl...were we enemies once?
Mathew's eyes opened. He gasped as he saw Diva looking down at him with tears in her eyes. He sat up and set his hand on Diva's clenched hand.
"Forgive me, Mathew," she whimpered. Her hair fell over her face. Mathew brushed her hair aside and set a hand on her cheek. He turned her face to his, wiping her tears away with his thumb.
"Forgive you for what?" Mathew asked. Diva set her hand on his and closed her eyes. She grasped his hand softly and pulled it away from her face. Her sensitive eyes opened. Her pupils seemed much bigger than usual, like she had seen something so much more horrifying than the truth.
"Fa-Phantom injured you terribly. I couldn't hear your heartbeat. I had no choice...I gave you some of my blood. Please forgive me! I love you and I didn't want you to die!" Diva said. Mathew embraced her and let her cry on his shoulder.
"Diva, you did what was necessary. I would have done the same thing. I am honored that I am your Chevalier," Mathew said. Diva punched his shoulder and pushed him away. She stood up from his bed and turned away from him so he couldn't see her cry.
"You don't understand...You have to decide. I don't care if my blood is in your veins! I want you to be free and come to me when you are ready!" Diva cried. Mathew got off the bed and embraced Diva. She fought his embrace for a few moments until she settled and buried her head in his chest along with her hands and forearms. Mathew whispered her name and Diva's face shot up to face the ceiling, tears pouring from her eyes.
"I hate you! I hate you...Father! I hate you!" she screamed.