Promises, Broken

Chapter 2

Here you go, are you really ready for this? Before you open the door a little head pops out. You'll assume that's Nina. She has black hair, like Aphmau's, but blue eyes, like Laurance's. She's gorgeous, just like her mother. You bend down next to her, "Is your father home dear?" you ask. She looks at you with her big, blue eyes. So innocent- "Stranger danger!!! Stranger danger!" she yells running into the house. You're quite taken aback. When you hear footsteps coming from the upstairs you don't even think to knock. They must think you a murderer. "Who is it?" a voice says from behind the door. It's familiar. Aphmau opens up the door. She doesn't look a day older! "Hi Aphmau," you say timidly. "Y/N!" she squeals. Then her brow furrows, she looks left and right, and then pulls you inside. "What was that about?" you ask. "All in good time," she pulls you over to a dining room table. "May I speak with Laurance?" you say. The urgency in your voice is apparent. "What's wrong?" she asks. "I'd prefer to tell you together..." She shakes her head, "That can't happen." "Why not?!" you exclaim, confusion and rage creeping into your voice. "You made your decision when you left. I can't have Laurance running off with you. He has a daughter. A family he needs to support," she says as if he is the most important thing on her mind. You don't believe it for a second. She just wants to play house, everything perfect, everything stable. There must be a reason for her to want everything to be perfect. "What happened?" you ask, placing a hand on her knee. She tears up, "I got my memories back. They were," she coughs, "so terrible. Death, torture, loss, hurt..." she cries into her hands. I put a hand on her shoulder, "I know, it's horrible." Suddenly a memory is revealed above the rest.
-+Flashback+-
You're in your family's cellar. The blaze is almost too much to handle. The smoke stifles your countless efforts to breathe. Micah grabs your hand trying to pull you away from the approaching army. Frozen. Unable to move. A woman is on hoarse back. She has black hair, it's surrounded by ash and embers. A little girl, who looks to be her daughter, rides on a pony next to her. The girl has panicked eyes. She looks at all the horror, yet she can't do anything. I won't be that girl. I must run. The small pony-girl makes eye contact. I want nothing more than to help her. I have to run. My brother finally picks me up, and carries me into the forest.
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"You were that girl," you say. "And you were in that village, the one I saw!" Aphmau exclaims. You hug, crying tears. Not tears of sadness, or of joy. Tears of understanding. Someone who has witnessed battles with you is a much better friend then one who is a good companion. You hear the door slam behind you. A tall figure with shaggy hair stands in the doorway. He stares at the two of you embracing and begins to cry. These, are tears of joy.