Daisy & Edmond.

Manhattan, New York.

~Daisy~

I can't say I miss Manhattan. I can't say I miss my father either. When I was first sent to live with distant relatives I never actually met I never thought I'd have to worry about Edmond being my cousin or about a war breaking out either.

I guess life is really just an unexpected puzzle. A mystery, really. Maybe the proper word would be disaster.

I thought about Isaac. I wanted there to be some possibility that he was still alive despite me seeing what looked to be his corpse at the training camp. I still had a childish hope he'd show up one day.

Without Edmond really here. My agitating racing thoughts were slowly starting to come back.

My OCD and anorexia starting to haunt me again. It hurt that I relied on Edmond so much. I still have Piper though and maybe aunt Penn would show up speaking fluent Norwegian and fix up the garden. There's always the dogs too.

The dogs I hated at the beginning but have grown to love. This place I hated at first but I've grown to love it too.

I watched Edmond from the doorway. He sat at the kitchen table. His light brown hair was messy from sleeping and he was still in his Pj's. I walked towards him and sat on a stool to the right of him.

I sighed and lightly brushed the backside of my finger against his cheek. I moved his hair from his face and kissed his forehead.

Edmond still said nothing. I got some bowls out and some spoons and poured cereal and milk into the bowls.

"Here." I said giving a bowl to Edmond. He ate quietly. I moved the spoon around in my bowl moving the cereal around. I felt sick to my stomach.

Piper came plopping down the stairs. "Good morning, Edmond." She said smiling. "Good morning, Daisy."

"Good morning, Piper." I said returning a weak smile back. Edmond kept his head down, staring into his bowl of cereal.

"I'm hungry." She said pouting a little bit.

"Here have mine." I said giving her my bowl and getting up.

Edmond stared up at me. I started walking away but he grabbed my wrist slightly. I turned my head to look at him. His eyes pleaded me to stay with him. A tear rolled from his icy grey blue eyes.

This was the first time Edmond really acknowledged me since we found him in the woods like that. So of course I sat down next to him immediately.

He could've blinked at me and I would've stayed.

He got up and got me a bowl of cereal. Gesturing me to eat. He held my hand gently in his. His palms were sweaty but his fingers were cold.

I think he knew why I didn't want to eat and he didn't want it to start again.

Edmond made me see the world in a different way before all this mess. He made me see beauty in myself and everything else around me.

He made me see that things could be worse. He made me happy to be alive and to be who I am.

It was like he could read my mind so he knew exactly how to fix my problems. He distracted me but made me focus completely at the same time.