Omission- something left out, not done, or neglected.
(Evening of April 6th, 2014)
Memories never came easily to Lacië King. They arrived and floated away with the wind. She found it easier and more convenient to repress memories than to feel them and remember them. She prefered to forget than to feel, and she had her own reasons for doing so.
But today, she wanted to remember more than anything. She had a theory she wanted to prove. Coincidences didn’t happen a lot in Lacië’s life, and there was one that stuck out like a sore thumb.
On the morning of her father’s murder, she was hit by a vehicle on her way to meet up with her father. Sure, her wounds had healed and all that was left was bruising, but that vehicle was coming down a one way street away from the United Races building. Why would a mysterious suv be running away, not caring when they hit the owner’s daughter? Perhaps, they meant to slow her down and if so, they did it very well.
Lacië believed whoever was in that suv at the time killed her father or had a part in it. She knew if she found the license plate of the vehicle in her memory that she could locate the owners. The local police station held those kind of files, and Lacië had friends that could pull the strings in her favour.
But she needed to remember.
One remarkable trait of angels was their ability to seek truth and the past. The future is a vast plane that is not easily read, but the past is so well painted out. Even a novice in the art can find truth in what is already written.
Lacië asked Delael to help her remember.
He promised it would hurt and that was a path that could lead to bitterness, but she still pursued it.
He pressed his hands to the sides of her head, and they closed their eyes together and delved back into the morning of March 27th.
It played back fast, the bursting in of the SUV and her lack of reaction. Lacië barely flinched. She barely made a noise. But it was pure agony. Her knee gave out. Her body exploded. People screamed out to her, trying to offer help that Lacië wouldn’t accept. She stumbled up. catching a small glance of the plate. She looked away, limping across the street where she would get his tea and reject Colin Barnes’ help.
The license plate code flashed multiple times in front of her face before everything fell to darkness.
Delael caught her before she fell to the floor, supporting her head and checking her pulse. Her friends huddled around her, causing Delael to wave them off like the annoyances they were being. “Her pulse is weak. She’ll be perfectly fine. She should be waking up any second now.” They all let out sighs, and waited.
Lacië woke up in her bed alone 2 hours later.
She let out a yawn, stretching out her limbs and staring at the figure in the doorway. She squinted, the lack of light distorting the images projected into the back of her retina’s. She blinked and blinked, trying to make out who it could be.
A silhouette stared her down, curves against the light it was lit by. The figure walked closer, the identity growing clearer and more obvious.
Andy smiled at her, extending a steady hand. “Ready to go, Sleeping Beauty?” She asked, causing Lacië to cock her head in confusion and in ignorance. “You said once we found the owner, that you wanted to go “talk” to them. We called in a while ago, but we didn’t want to wake you.” She explained, still leaving Lacië with a healthy level of discomfort.
