Discoveries (Faye Yoko)

Part 7

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After getting up from the couch, Yoko walked over to one of the windows. At that moment, as the outside world began its awakening ritual, Yoko felt an inner light begin to sprout: the spark of a longed-for hope, the possibility of a different life, a life free of the fear and oppression that had so trapped her. Even though the path that stretched out before her seemed full of uncertainty and terrifying challenges, the comforting warmth of Faye's arms around her was a palpable reminder that, at least for now, she wouldn't have to face it alone.

"Let's go home, we should prepare for today," Faye suggested, her voice a soft whisper that broke the tense silence that hung over them. Yoko nodded, still trapped in her thoughts. "I have nothing here with me, and Orm is probably still sleeping," she commented, glancing at her body, marking the fragile line between what had been and what could be.

"Don't worry, I have plenty of clothes," Faye replied with a smile, her light tone hiding an abyss of emotions. "Though we might need to make some adjustments so it doesn't look too big on you." They both laughed, the sound of their joy echoing like a refreshing echo in the stuffy air, and together they left the office, the threshold that would lead them to new possibilities.

On the drive to Faye's house, the car moved in contrasting silence, the engine emitting a constant murmur that seemed to accompany Yoko's ineffable thoughts. Through the window, the city began to awaken: each dim light and shadow offered a tale of renewal, as if the structures themselves were breathing a new breath. As they moved away from the bustling urban center, they immersed themselves in an exclusive residential neighborhood, an oasis of tranquility that contrasted with the chaos they had left behind. Finally, they arrived at an elegant two-story house adorned with a lush garden that seemed straight out of a dream, every flower and leaf had been lovingly tended, a reflection of the love and dedication that had been present in that home.

Upon entering, they were greeted by Maria, the maid who had been a part of Faye's world for years. Her face lit up with surprise at the sight of Yoko, a flash of curiosity and motherly care sprouting in her expression. "Miss Faye! I wasn't expecting you so early," she exclaimed, spotting the young woman's presence at her side, her gaze revealing a mix of respect and welcome. "Shall I prepare breakfast for two?" She asked, her voice filled with a gentle tone as she looked at Yoko, who stood a little shy and overwhelmed off to the side.

"Yes, please, Maria," Faye replied, a tired but genuine smile on her face, reflecting the emotional amalgam of joys and fears that enveloped her. "And could you also prepare the guest bathroom for Yoko?"

"Of course, right away," Maria replied, casting a sympathetic glance at Yoko, whose vulnerability seemed palpable in this new atmosphere. Who knows what had happened to her, she thought to herself as she saw the bruises on the young woman.

"Come," Faye said, gently interlacing her fingers with Yoko's, as if that physical connection could offer the young woman a semblance of security. "I will show you to your new home. I have already decided: you will stay here until you decide what to do. If you go with Orm, your father will find you quickly." Yoko gently squeezed Faye's hand, silent gratitude filling her being as she replied, "Thank you, really. I don't know what I would do without you right now." Faye, feeling the weight of her words, kissed Yoko's forehead with a tenderness that spoke of a deep desire to care for her well-being. "Come, let's go," she urged, leading her through a home that promised new beginnings.

The walls of the house, massive and steeped in history, were adorned with memories of a past filled with untold nuances, every picture and object speaking of Faye's life. As Faye showed her each of the common places in the house, Yoko was swept away by the overwhelming impression of the size and beauty that surrounded her. Compared to her own home, which was also large and beautiful, Faye's was a world apart, a haven that resonated with possibility.