The Boy Who Danced on Water

The End

I tried to hold back all the tears on the way home. My head was pounding, but I snuggled closer to Cyrus. He insisted on holding me the whole way home. I wasn't going to argue.

My arms snaked around Cyrus's neck as he walked. My eyes drooped shut and I rested my head onto Cyrus' shoulder. He ran his long fingers through my curls and I lulled off to sleep.

The warm comforter was swaddled around my tiny frame by the time I woke up. Cyrus was restlessly sleeping on a chair in the corner. His face was twisted in worry and guilt. I felt bad for making him try and find me all the way in that cave, so I decided to let Cyrus sleep.

I pushed myself away from the warm bed, really not wanting to get up. I scampered out of my room and ran into the kitchen. I slipped on my pants, they were way too big on me. Emily laughed from the stove top.

She attacked me in a hug, I squealed when she started rambling.

"Don't leave me like that! I thought you died. Oh my goodness I missed you so much."

I returned the hug, then broke it in a few sentences. She took my wrists and the burns on them made me wince away. Her, typically calm, eyes opened wide when she rolled up my sleeve. Emily put her hands in the same spot Bell did, and she used her magic. It was ice.

The ice cooled me and all the blisters melted away. I smiled and snaked my arms around her again. "Thank you thank you thank you!"

She smiled and took my hand. Emily had a childish grin on her face as she led me down the hall and into my room. Cyrus was no longer asleep in the chair, but in my bed.

She pushed me forward, "go jump on him."

I giggled as quietly as possible before running and diving into my bed. He gasped over-dramatically and pulled me tightly to his chest. I squirmed and squealed before begging to be let go. Cyrus hesitantly complied.

We both sat up and looked to Emily. "Can we go out?"

I laughed, Cyrus and I spoke at the same time. Emily nodded and marched towards the door. Cyrus and I looked puzzled at each other before following. We found her making sandwiches.

She threw three completed hoagies into her backpack and headed outside. Again, puzzled, we followed her. Emily whipped around, "We are going fishing."

I shivered at the memory from long ago. The one with Bell that I remembered all too well. Cyrus never made me go fishing again after that day, and Bell was never interested in going swimming with me. And I always asked her.

Cyrus took my hand and assured me that I didn't have to come, but I nodded and kept going. Emily took us all the way through the forest and to the river. I jumped into the river and began to splash around. Cyrus and Emily started stringing rods.

Emily was the first to cast, and the first to catch a fish. I tried my hardest to tell the fish to stay away but eventually I got a headache from the pressure. She pulled the fish from the water and my heart twang.

Then Emily did the unthinkable, she let the fish go. I beamed and began to skip rocks. She was so much different from Bell. In fact they were the exact opposites.

Cyrus suddenly crumpled to the ground and Bell rushed to him. He pushed himself to his feet and took off running. Soon we were all running home.

Cyrus almost kicked the door open and started pacing the grounds. Emily stopped him and they quietly conversed for awhile.

"What's going on?"

Cyrus snapped at me and ordered me to go to my room, I listened and went. Taking my toys out again, Cyrus screamed.