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Chapter 27

{ Asra's POV }

I was in the kitchen, per usual. Sora had gone out to get some food and drinks for us- and to get sewing supplies for her outfit for the winter festival. I glanced out the window and saw Sora talking to someone. I raised a brow slightly and watched as she shoved the person back and walked in the door to put the stuff down. I raised a brow slightly and watched in silence as the said person walked in the shop.
' Look, Sora! I'm just trying to- '
" Listen here, bud. I do not need your help with anything. I don't need help with finding you someone to take to the damn festival. And it's not gonna be me! "
' But...- '
" She's married. "
I stepped out and pulled Sora to my chest. I could feel her conjuring up a spell and let go of her. I stepped back and watched in silence as she used a spell to summon a small gust of wind, pushing the man out the shop.
" I wish you hadn't annoyed me, dear; perhaps it's too late to say sorry now, hm? "
' L-Look!- '
" I don't give a damn. "
I bit back a smile as Sora flicked her wrist again, closing the door. She sighed and took her cloak off, hanging it up.
" Morons. " She turned to me and her tension melted away.
" Mm. I can tell, 'cmere. " I opened my arms and Sora stepped forward, placing her head on my shoulder as I hugged her. She let out a low sigh and I smiled slightly when she kissed my neck softly. When she pulled away I saw how tired she looked; I stopped her from walking away and placed my hands on her face, then kissed her head.

{ Sora's POV }

I closed my eyes as Asra kissed my head and I let out a sigh, kissing his hand before walking upstairs to change into more warm attire. I saw a slip of paper and picked it up. It was a note. It looked a few years old.

It said:

Sora, it's me, your father.
You know. I've always hated you. But, you always end up winning. How? If anything, I'm impressed, my dear.
What a shame you'll most likely be dead by dawn, perhaps. Now. I know you may be wondering why I'm writing this. I'm telling you that  your mother will enjoy seeing you in hea-

I broke out into laughter and ripped the letter in half.
" ...My own father wanted to kill me. Teh. "
I sighed and walked down the stairs, ripping the letter into shreds and throwing it away. I yawned and put my hands on my hips. Asra looked at me and raised a brow.
" ..Just a note from father. "
I furrowed my brow, then got an idea.

My mother, Asra and I walked to the graveyard together and we approached my father's grave. I stepped back as Maya stepped forward.
' What a shame! Baby, what a shame.. coulda been with me. '
I let out a low sigh and placed a rose on his grave, then stood up straight, narrowing my eyes.
" ...I hope you're happy wherever you are. "
I turned on my heel and walked off in silence. Asra and mother followed me and we walked back to the shop. As soon as we walked in I felt a hand grab my wrist and I stopped, turning, seeing how worried Maya and Asra looked. I felt my body stiffen and I looked down.
' Sora, dear.. '
" Mama. Did you- "
' No. I had no clue about the note. '
" Is there a possibility theres more?... "
' I know there are more... '
We all fell silent and I dropped my hands by my side, tilting my head down, allowing my hair to fall over the sides of my face. My eyes closed and I sighed, leaning forward and placing my head on Asra's shoulder. I felt his arms wrap around me slowly as I stood there, anger swelling up slowly then dying down when I felt Maya hug us both as well.
After a few hours, Maya had left and I was sitting in my bed, my knees pulled to my chest. I felt.. weaker for some reason. I slowly got out of the bed and walked downstairs, stopping mid-way and seeing Asra standing there, looking outside.
" ..Dear? " My voice came out quietly as I stepped down the stairs slowly.
Asra turned to me and smiled softly, cupping my cheek in his hand. I parted my lips to speak but Asra pressed his lips against mine as if he could sense I needed some form of recognition and feeling. I kissed him back as my cardigan falls down my arms. When we pulled away, Asra placed a hand on my face slowly.
" ..I can feel a question coming, Sora. "
I closed my eyes and flexed my arms and fingers, leaning into his touch.
" The plague. I know we figured this all out and all.. but I cant wrap my head around the fact... how or why you made the deal with the Devil. "
I pressed my hand against Asra's bare chest where his heart was. I swallowed and sighed.
" ..Sora. I did it because I couldn't bare being without you. You were.. and still are my sense of sensibility. You keep me in control. Sora. I dug for you until my fingers bled... I regretted ever- "
I pressed my finger to Asra's lips, looking into his purple eyes.
" ..Stop. All that matters is that I'm back. I'm here. I'm never leaving you again, okay? "
I heard myself sniffle and closed my eyes. Asra pulled me into a hug and we embraced each other for a long while until we pulled away, then walked upstairs together to our room. As Asra and I sat there, I worked on my dress for the festival. I narrowed my eyes as I worked, wings flicking slightly as my left wing rested on Asra's thigh. I let out a low sigh and finished the sleeve. I slowly started stitching the sleeve to the outfit. I smiled slightly and stood, slipping the outfit on a makeshift mannequin.

" Viola. " I say, stepping back and admiring my work. I put my hands on my hips and smiled. Asra stood beside me and I could sense his smile. I glanced at him and he looked at me smugly. I cocked an eyebrow and turned fully to my lover, a hand on my stomach, the other reaching out to him. Asra took my hand and pulled me close. He buried his face in my neck and coiled his tanned arms around me. I chuckled and kissed his knuckles.