Numbness
Butterflies and Regrets
Near Maria, several pure gold butterflies flitted joyfully.
"Beatrice?" Maria held her hand to one of the butterflies.
The golden haired witch appeared from the butterflies and approached Maria.
"Battler, I presume?"
Maria teared up a bit, "Yes, yes it's him! Please, Beatrice, you need to bring him back! Please! I didn't mean to use magic on him! I meant to tear apart someone else! Please! I beg of you!"
Beatrice sighed, "Dear, don't you understand Battler doesn't believe in magic? Don't you understand that..."
"BRING HIM BACK! I'LL MAKE SURE HE DOESN'T KNOW! PLEASE!"
Beatrice pursed her lip, "How will you explain what had happened to him? He watched you tear him apart. How will he..."
"Beatrice, please..." Maria suddenly stared up at Beatrice solemnly, "I'll make him forget. Anyway, I'll make sure he has no proof that I did anything because I vow to give up magic forever if you bring him back."
Beatrice smiled, "Pull off what you are telling me and I'll be truly surprised. I swear I will bring back your cousin if you stay true to your promises."