Lacuna ¹

14

"Hai un aspetto migliore (You look better)" 

Amélie laughed. "Lo hanno detto tutti! Sembravo davvero così male? (Everyone has been saying that! Did I look that bad?)"

Amélie was finally turning back into her old self. Her eyes began to shine again, their green glow lighting up the people around her. Her skin had gained the little colour it had back. Her beloved smile was back on her face once more, and people couldn't help but smile back at her. Like they were hypnotised. Although she did still have eyebags under her eyes but she promised she would go to bed early to get a few extra hours sleep to help get rid of them. It made the people around her for the past week relieved to see her coming back to her usual self, especially Charlie. He was extremely worried, worried she was going backwards in her recovery rather than forward, yet seeing her now made him let out multiple relieved breaths.

"Avevi un aspetto orribile Amélie, eravamo tutti estremamente preoccupati! (You looked horrible Amélie, we were all worried!)" Charlie explained to her, trying to let her know how seriously horrible she looked.

Amélie laughed while flipping over the fluffy batter being cooked in the pan on the stove, being careful not to burn herself as she knew Charlie would freak out as she has been recovering from her few depressing days. "E apprezzo che tutti si preoccupino, ma ora sto bene, sto migliorando (And I appreciate everyone worrying but I'm okay now, I'm getting better)"

Charlie sighed. "Promettimi solo che mi farai sapere se qualcosa non va.. (Just promise me you will tell me if something is wrong).."

Amélie paused for a moment. She didn't speak. The kitchen was quiet, the only sound being the clatter of the plates and sizzling of the pancake batter in the pan. Placing the three pancakes and plating it in front of her Uncle, she kissed his temple and whispered.

"Lo prometto Zio..(I promise Uncle..)"

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"Ce n'est pas drole! (Its not funny!)"

Benedict's head was thrown back as his laugh echoed the - supposed to be silent -  library. After the duo had made up on Monday, they hadn't stopped meeting up here at lunch. It had now been four days since Monday, and it was like nothing had changed between the two. Like there had been no distance or depressive days, it was like they had been friends for years. Amélie was extremely excited as Benedict was going to be taking her out to the bookshop in the town tomorrow morning as he had promised, and neither could wait.

"C'est très bien! (It very much is!)" He laughed again. "Vous avez pincé la queue d'un canard et vous vous attendiez à ce qu'il ne vous morde pas? (You pinched a ducks tail and expected it not to bite you?) Amélie's face flushed, embarrassment crawling up her throat.

"J'avais cinq ans... je ne savais pas mieux (I was five..I knew no better)" She muttered. Benedict laughed at just how cute she was as she muttered to defend herself. It didn't take long for Amélie to join in with his laughter as it was just so infectious, it made butterflies form in her stomach because of the angelic sound.

Huffing slightly the old female librarian turned to the corner the two laughing teens sat she placed a finger to her mouth and loudly shushed them, breaking through their laughter to catch their attention. When she knew she had caught their attention she spoke. "Be quiet! This is a library! Not a circus!"

The old librarian stood their for a moment longer, staring at them, trying to get that information into their thick skulls as they had been causing a racket in the library all week long. When she thought they wouldn't make another sound she left, with a quick flick of her heels. Once she was out of earshot, they let out a few giggles as to not alert the old lady again.