Sparring Her Heart ⚔️🥀 | Clorivia

08 | Is it so Wrong?

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Another week had passed, then another, and before I realized it a month had passed. How long had it been since his death? Six weeks ago. It felt like just yesterday I was sitting in the crowd watching the whole thing unfold.

Despite having sparring with her for a month now, I still had made no progress. On the bright side she still didn't question who I was, had she already figured it out? I doubt so. As for our dinners they were progressing. It was still awkward, but at least we didn't eat in silence now. She told me about her work, and just about her in general. I knew most of the stuff she told me, but it felt refreshing to hear it coming from her again. After that duel I had no idea who she was, so it was like getting to know her all over again. Maybe even... Falling for her again.
Falling for her? I immediately pushed those thoughts away. How could I fall for the woman that killed my father with her own two hands? How could I even pursue a friendship with her?

Usually I visited my father's grave in the afternoon, but this time I went in the morning. I sat on my knees right in front of his grave. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. What was I gonna say again? I was gonna tell him what I always did, how my meetings with Clorinde went. I'd tell him about the restaurant we'd meet at weekly, about the stuff she told me, how I was slowly remembering who she really was and not just as the woman who killed my father. I'd tell him about the feedback she gave me after sparring, how she'd hold the sword and show me how to do certain moves, how sometimes she would guide me through certain moves. But today I had nothing to say. I just stared at the words on the tombstone and cried, I cried like the day I held his deceased body.

"Father," I finally spoke up in between my tears. "Would it be so wrong to befriend your murderer?" I quickly realized how foolish that sounded when said out loud. I sobbed more at my own words.

But wasn't that exactly what I was attempting to do by having lunch with her weekly? Especially at a place that held such sentimental importance to me. Me and my father had lunch there every week aswell, so why were those weekly meals with Clorinde now? I had no answer to that. I couldn't remember what was going through my mind when I suggested we have lunch there every Sunday. What was going through my head when I even suggested her to join us for lunch?
I tried to tell myself I wasn't forming any sort of bond with her, but that simply wasn't true. And for some reason this newly found bond we had been forming the past month was much stronger than any bond we had during childhood. But still, I couldn't fathom the idea of reconciliation, not just yet.

That day me and Clorinde were supposed to meet for lunch. I didn't show. I needed time to dwell on my feelings, and figure out if what I was doing was right.

(BRO I FORGOT FUNERALS WERE A THING, BUT ITS A LITTLE TOO LATE TO DO ONE 😓Short chapter again sorry about that. ALSO SCHOOLS GONNA START IM SO NERVOUS that might delay chapter so very sorry in advance 🙁)