The Runaway

Chapter 49

Cities are hard to walk though, mainly because we have to follow the streets and can't walk straight, like in open land. So, what do we do to fix this problem?

Try a bus.

Now, I have no idea how they work, and Sylvian is against the idea- very against it.

"You can't stay in bed forever."

He hums.

"They will kick us out at some point. Come on a bus with me." If only I learned how clocks work or how to "read" them. They do not have words; they cannot be read.

"No." He stays under the blanket, laying on his stomach, hiding from the world.

My legs have gone tired from standing here, trying to get him up. They are melted- oh, how I miss honey. "We need to get honey and raspberries. I haven't had honey in so long, I am suffering."

He stays silent, still facing away from me. I poke his shoulder, but nothing comes from it.

"We have to see unicorns. Come on."

"I'm not getting on a damned bus."

"But walking will take longer, and you're weak."

"Am not."

His stubbornness is tiring me. Isn't he supposed to be the one in charge? He knows what he's doing, he's the one that helped me get away. I'm just the gal who was too nosey to sleep and wore the wrong shoes to travel. I should have worn my heels. Could have hit someone with the bottoms. Made my own arrow. That reminds me...

I get back on the bed and lay beside him, mirroring his position. We super intensely stare at each other. The new sunlight making his white hair shine. Dried tears he never bothered to get rid of glow.

"Who wrapped my arm from the arrow when whoever kidnapped me?"

He puts his hand beside mine, little sparks dance as he messes with my fingers. "The healer."

"Who wrapped my leg after you shot me?"

He frowns as I say that. "Me."

"Oh? You need to get better at your wrapping skills."

"You were the first person I wrapped a wound for. Also, the first I shot with an arrow. Sorry for the inexperience."

"Oh my, I feel quite honored. And you did a pretty decent job for both things, considering it was your first time. What's it like shooting someone?"

He shrugs. "Kinda sucks. You run pretty fast. Don't shoot anyone who runs fast."

"I won't." I sit up. To get home and lay in my bed. I miss my bed. It is so soft. "Do you have a soft bed?"

He shrugs. "It's fine."

"Oh. We should leave. The humans will take all the honey from the store, and I will wither away." I pull the blanket off of him. It has been a while of this nonsense. "Fine, no bus."

He groans like this is a difficult task. Well, all this traveling is but getting honey is easy. Honey fixes everything.

He gets himself out of bed, grabs the bag and opens the door. We leave the hotel. Hotels are exhausting. All of this is exhausting.

We walk on the sidewalks. Why are they called sidewalks? They don't walk, they're not sides of the streets that walk. It makes no sense. And why are streets called streets? What even is a street? If they just named everything paths, their lives would be easier.

A path to the store, a path to the market, hotel and park. It is so simple and so direct.

"Humans over complicate things."

He nods.

"Instead of all these fancy names, just call a street and sidewalk path. Instead of all the types of names for the buildings, just have a few. They have a ton, so many I can barely remember. They have so many inventions that don't make sense. I think they should have kept hanging out with elves, would have kept their lives simple. Now, they're round and sad."

He raises an eyebrow at me but stays quiet. He must still be tired.

Oh, a small store was close to the hotel. I grab his hand, so he doesn't get too nervous around all the humans. They were sparse on the sidewalks, probably since we got up early. It is so easy to wake up early but actually doing stuff is hard.

We walk around the baby store. It isn't too big. Other stores don't need to be so big.

"Your friend," he whispers, pointing to marshmallows on the shelf.

"No, those things are evil."

"So is everything here. They want papers for water. It makes no sense."

"I know, humans are weird. We should get water, though."

"Yep."

"What if we were plants and could absorb water? That would be fun."

"Your thoughts are weird."

"I'm sure you have weird thoughts."

He thinks for a second. "Nah."

I almost passed the honey. There are no giant containers, not many options either, only two. "There isn't enough honey here. And no fruit either. Let's go to another store."

"Okay."

I go to wave at the human on the other side of the tall block, but I don't see him there anymore. How sad. Back to being on the sidewalk with these stupid boots.

"You're weird," I tell him, watching the shadows move on his hair as we walk around a corner. I almost walked into the corner.

"Me?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"You just are."

"I'd flick your nose, but I can't. Flick your nose for me."

I hold my fingers in front of my nose, straining my poor eyes to look at them. Why am I so nervous? It doesn't hurt. I flick my fingers and miss. How close is my nose to me? I need to get better depth perception.

I'm pulled to my left and bump into him. I look at him as he looks past me, I follow his gaze and look to my right. A human walks by with a giant, white dog. Awe, puppy.

"You should pay more attention, princess." He seems amused at my misfortune.

"Sorry."

He sets the bag down, between us. "It isn't hard to flick your nose." He flicks my nose. "See? Easy."

It doesn't hurt, just feels weird. I'll never get used to it. "Just stop flicking my nose."

"Where's the fun in that?"

"I told you, you're weird."

"I know." He grabs the bag, and we start walking again.

"So where are we going?"

"The store? Isn't that what you said? For more honey?"

"Oh yeah. And fruit, and water." That flick made my brain smooth.

"You're the weird one."

A/N: sorry for the lack of details. This chapter is a perfect 1100 words, and I didn't want to ruin it. How are you guys? I'm about to write a tragically sad chapter tomorrow.