Book of Rewards

To Meet You Again

The classroom was filled with biology equipment, from the faux body to see the human insides to the skeleton in the corner where it stared the loud students in rather disapproving way. How was it able to even do that, nobody knew.

The walls were cream white and decorated with drawings and group projects, it was a wonder that anyone could even see the wall underneath them nor remember its colour.

The wooden desks were in neat lines on the grey mat floor.

Professor Yolande du Amore sighed as she glanced at the wave of students that were pouring into the classroom lazily like a tide that had no real interest to wash up the shore. Black brow arched down as her eyes spotted two of her students glancing at each other every once in a while whenever they thought that the other one didn't notice.

Giving out the assignment for the day the woman sat down and flipped her hair behind of her. A laptop was taken out and the teacher opened it, eyes sparkling with inspiration.

Her fingers tapped on the keyboard in a fast phase, if you were to see her now, you would have sworn them to be flying somehow magically hitting the right keys.

»There once was a boy from a rich lineage....«

She had secretly always wished to be an author, but she had never had enough courage to actually write down her stories nor show them to any publishers.

As she kept writing, her eyes flickered towards the duo, somehow the brown haired boy with distinctive coloured eyes made her think about one elderly woman in her past. The woman had also carried herself with cat like grace and emitted similar aura. It was almost eery how similar the boy was to her.

The other one, a girl with dark brown eyes, made her think of the woman's husband. It was ridiculous how familiar the two felt with their mannerisms and how they carried themselves.

Luciano Bellamo and Carmilla de la Stella, the duo could've been said to be a perfect match and seeing them always brought ideas into the mind of the very much bored professor. Ideas that were both sad and happy, romantic and terrifying, bittersweet. Yolande specialised in writing the more sad ones, the angsty stories that made the readers cry their eyes down and wail like a baby who had lost their favourite teddy, yet they always graved for more.

Her USB stick was filled with these stories and more kept coming all the time. There was no end to them.

She called them "writing excersize", never showing them to anyone.

The school bell rang and the class ended, students moved out of the room with much higher enthusiasm than what they came in. Soon enough, only two students were left, Luciano and Carmilla.

Professor stared at the two as the boy collected the books and offered to carry the girl's, though the girl refused claiming that she was perfectly fine with carrying them herself.

After a small time of bickering, but soon enough the duo laughed it off and left the room.

Yolande sunk in her blue armchair and turned her head to look out of the window in thought. She was content in being single, no doubt on that, yet sometimes she had a wish for having someone who'd walk beside her.

Dark eyes closed tiredly as she rubbed her temples, God how tired she was. It wasn't even funny at this point.

She thought back to her plans for the evening and snorted, it wasn't any different from how she had spend her evenings during the med school. As always, she'd order takeout from her favourite restaurant, this night from the local sushi shop, buy ice cream and coke, log into Netflix and watch either some series or a sappy movie. She just adored the ones that had a dark theme on it or one of the characters died, she watched a lot of K-drama because of this fact, it calmed her.

Maybe she should check out that one new series where Death starts to work as a pizza delivery boy... Or that one movie where the Grim reaper falls in love with a mortal... Detective Skeleton seemed like a good choice too. What do you mean she had an obsession with the theme? Noo, you're mistaken.

Checking out her phone contacts, she prepared to call a friend to watch the things with her, it was a Friday after all. Nutmeg coloured finger traced down the contacts and stopped under one name.

"Grandma 'mel", the name of the old woman. Why did she have her number still on her contacts? The woman had died nearly twenty years ago along with her husband. Had she just been careless or was she refusing to move on, she didn't know.

Amelie, 'mel, had been her safe haven, the kind old woman had practically raised her with her husband. Whenever her parents would kick her out or started to fight, she'd leave the house and go to hers, to the woman who had accepted her as her own.

There had been others too, together with the old couple it was seven. Five children and the two old timers. It all had felt so familiar, as if they had been like that before, like they had been meant to be a family. To be together.

Looking at the contacts again she made her decision.

Four messages were sent, four messages were received as the children of the past decided to do their reunion in the old house that the couple had left to them, their safe house.

They met outside of the house, air cool, the snow crispy underneath their shoes. Three boys and two girls looked at each other, yes, they were still children, they'd always be children, even if their forms were that of a grown ups'.

The old key was soon taken from its hiding place and the door opened.

Everything was as it had been back then, though there had been changes like the huge TV in the living room, but basically the other things like the furniture were still the same, left in the same arrangement as the couple had left it. Why change it when that was how it was just perfect?

One of the now grown men opened the TV and stopped to pick up a movie, black eyes like obsidian scanning the DVDs and blurays, they had made sure that each movie would be replaced with a remastered version that was up to date.

The others started to prepare the snacks when the doorbell rang.

Yolande went to open it, face full of confusion which only got worse as she saw who were standing behind the door.

As she kept staring at the duo, her eyes watered. Hazel and dark brown stared into the dark eyes, carrying much more knowledge than you'd expect from the youth to have.

They were old eyes, a lot older than their carriers.

Luciano smiled gently at her, his accepting and welcoming aura soon attracting the others to come to see who was there. Next to him Carmilla's light and healing aura made its way to the five, bringing faint smiles to their lips.

"I should've known that it was you... Grandma 'mel, Grandpa John", the professor croaked as her throat felt dry and as if there was a lump in there. Tears fell down their smiling faces as they welcomed them into the house, the former owners, their safe haven.

They were complete and together once again.

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A/N:

Yo Rain! Since you'll be super duper busy (as if you weren't before lol), I figured out that I'd make you this piece. Sorry if you cried because of this, didn't mean to make it seem this sad (yet kinda happy?).

Anywaysss
Good luck and thank you for your hard work, my faithful right hand man! You're the best!

-Primo