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「Esme」
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Damn it. What now? My spell didn't work? Is it because of my pearl? Shit. Looks like no small or basic magic would work on him!
Taking a deep breath, I look around to get away but then my mind catches on to the point where his hand grasped mine. Warm. So warm.
His grasp loosens and then he puts it behind me, on my back, and pulls me closer to him. My face against his chest. And puts my hand on his back.
The warmth of his hand on my back sears me. His hot breath tickles my ears and his heart beats softly against my cheek.
I can't get distracted at this crucial moment. I love my hand and then still. What's this? The white robe he was wearing was thin, so thin that I could make out his scars. And then I felt it.
My pearl. It was healing his scars. Soothing him. As I traced one of his scars, my pearl in his heart glowed, filling me with warmth and giving me access to more power. My magic runs through my body better than before.
I stop trailing his scars. Evander, I do not even know your first name. But....I sigh....but....I will heal your scars later. Right now, I need what's mine back.
Pressing my forehead against his chest, and clutching at his back, I start drawing out my pearl. Little sparkles come out, flaring and coming back to me-
"Mother....." He mumbles halting me midway. Then, I feel it and see it. I looked up to find him opening his eyes, and I should take my pearl, now!
But I couldn't, the way he looked at me...was so warm...which turned cold. Icy. His hands quickly moved from my back and clutched at my neck.
He swiftly gets on top of me while still holding me at his grasp on the bed, I can't move. I am pinned onto his bed.
"Ack!" I groan out in pain as he grasp tightens, his eyes filled with fury, understandably so. But no- I have to get it back. So, I pushed my hands away from his hands choking me, and placed them on his chest.
I start again but nothing comes out. My vision starts to get hazy and dots appear out of nowhere. Is it because I am being killed right now. In the process of it that my pearl refuses to come back to me?
Biting my lips, I use magic to push him away. He stumbles back and then recovers quickly but not quickly enough. I knock him out. I don't know how long my magic will last, so I quickly clean my blood from his bedroom.
Then, I leave for the bathroom. No evidence of my existence should be left here. And so, I cleaned up quickly and left his room.
I have a feeling I can't get the pearl back yet. What's wrong with it?! Has it grown accustomed to that guy as well?! Or is it something I don't understand?
I rushed down the carpeted stairs, squinting at the big chandelier's light, and leave the mansion. I didn't look at it carefully when I went it and neither did I do so now when I am leaving.
But next time, it would be different. Next time, I will get my pearl back. What do concerns me now as I stand alone in the night on the road that- how will I face him tomorrow morning?
I don't know how far I have ran or how much time will it take for him to find me if he has woken up and is raging around. Thus, I can't stay here for long. Running away, I found an unhabitated apartment and spent the night there.
I flop on the bed, exhaustion creeping over me. My feet hurting because of today's events. It's fine...I console myself. I have gotten a part of my pearl back. No matter how teeny tiny it may be. I was making progress after all.
My body succumbs and sinks into the softness of the bed. Soft but not as soft as the Evander's bed....and it's cold. Suddenly, I crave his warmth.