Divine Realizations [ Clarion X Milori ]

Chapter 63

Clarion sighed as her messenger brought her the beautiful bouquet of flowers.
She already knew who they'd be from.
Milori had already sent her one the day after his near-death experience, even though that's technically what she should have done for him.
These past few months she felt like she had made a lot of progress.
One did not just walk away from the love of their life without any residual effects.
And that was what Milori had been to her for the longest time: a drug that she was now having to take withdrawals from.
To learn to live without.
All said and done, it hadn't been too bad.
The first month of no contact (at least on her part) had been easy in light of her anger, and slowly she worked herself into a habit of not thinking about him.
This of course all changed a few days ago when she nearly witnessed him die by bunny in his stupid stunt.
Fury still bloomed at the memory and yet it also warred with another...
She had not felt another emotion besides disappointment in a long time where it concerned Milori, however she couldn't help but feel something was different about him.
There was a desperate air about him now- one that shouted he didn't care what happened to him as long as he got what he wanted.
A reckless and wild aura that had never once belonged to Milori for as long as she had known him.
But it was there now.
She had seen it in his eyes in that clinic when she had stupidly touched him for the first time in what felt like forever.
The touch that had fairly electrocuted her.
Taking the flowers from the hands of the messenger, she stared at them.
A sick feeling was enveloping her slowly, creeping through her soul.
And that feeling was hope.
Somehow her obliterated heart still held hope for him, and she couldn't possibly fathom why.
Not even a month ago she would have laughed if someone had told her she'd start having feelings for her ex-husband and dead marriage again.
Yet here she was.
Milori didn't deserve her or her love but that wasn't how love operated, was it.
It didn't care about who deserved what and who had wronged who.
She paused as she came across a sealed envelope.
She had never answered any of his correspondences before.
They all sat unopened in a box under her bed.
Out of sight and out of mind (mostly).
But today she wanted to open his letter- read the words he'd written expressly for her.
Undecided, she flipped it over and saw Avalon's name written in his scrawling script across the front.
Well that settled it.
Carefully, she tore through the sealed portion and pulled out a card.
On it she could plainly see it was a reminder to not miss Avalon's ballet recital.
That foolish man, she rolled her eyes.
The very fall of Neverland could not keep her from missing such an important event to Avie.
Not even the threat of having to be in his vicinity again.
She had worked so hard on this for nearly a year and it was a treat to be able to watch her dance.
Scanning the card once more and turning it, she tried to see if there was anything else written but found nothing.
Why was she disappointed that Milori had not written anything else?
That he didn't offer to pour his heart out in this note as he surely did the others?
She shouldn't care and yet she did.
She groaned and rubbed her temples.
In the span of a few days she'd gone from zero contact to accepting letters and outings from him once more.
To wanting notes from him.
This would not end well.