Note (from ao3): Lots of Ray in this chapter! Hope you don't mind :)
Oh and if Norman and Jasmine ever become a duo, they would be way too powerful
Enjoy!!
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Grace Field, Plant 1, August 22nd, 2061, 7:00am
My eyes widened as soon as they landed on her. Are they playing tricks to me again? Or is she really there?
« E- Emma? »
She frowns and takes a better look at me. I see her eyes widen a little before making her way towards me. I make my way towards her as well. We stop in front of each other.
She looks exhausted. I can't see that fire that once lit up her eyes anymore. She's lost her spark... What... did they do to her?
She cups my face with both her hands. I can feel her thumb tracing my scar, the one under my left eye. After a moment, she looks at me in the eyes and wraps her arms around my neck. I wrap mine around her as well.
It feels great to have her in my arms again. I've missed her so much.
« I've missed you... so much... »
I feel her tighten her hug.
« I've missed you too... »
We stay like that. It feels really good to be able to hug her again after so long. I was about to say something when I was interrupted by a young boy's voice.
« Mom! Where are you? Breakfast is ready and sister Gilda is getting worried! »
« Gilda? »
I hear Emma let out a chuckle but... it feels empty.
« Yes. Gilda is the sister Minerva sent to keep an eye on me. »
We backed away from the hug and she turned to look down.
« We're coming, James! »
« We? »
I approach the edge to take a look at the boy.
« Yo. »
I see his eyes widen in shock for a moment. Emma then turned to me.
« Wait, you're hurt. How- What happened? »
« Oh. Right. »
I kind of forgot about that, not gonna lie.
« I got shot by a mad man that wanted my death, but don't worry, a wild demon ate him. »
Emma looked at me with a serious expression.
« I'll explain later. Right now, if that's okay with you, I'm starving. And in pain. So let's go eat breakfast. »
« Yeah, you're right. We have a lot to talk about. »
« You said it. »
We went down the wall without me hurting myself even more. Surprisingly. Emma helped me walk to the house.
« That feels weird. »
« What feels weird? »
I let out a scoff.
« Being here after so long. I'm kind of nervous to go back to the house, even if technically that's not the house, but you know. »
« I can only imagine. Let's take care of your injuries first, you're still bleeding out and I'm afraid you might have some infections too. »
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