Sweetness of The Stars

Linked Souls

    ( Hello! I am back to writing now after an extended break. You may need to go back and re-read a few chapters as it's been quite a while since I've updated this story. Thanks for reading!)

"You're going to be fine, Nazuni." She gently stroked my hair, her luminous emerald eyes peered at it with compassion. She softly smiled, then reached to place her small hand upon my forehead. Her small, clement fingers caressed my hair, spreading her warmth. They smoothly slid down onto my cheeks and she rubbed her palm against it, ever so comforting like a pillow bestowed onto my face.
    
"Yes," she quietly giggled under her breath. "Everything will be okay." Her cheeks turned a glowing red as she blushed. I reached out towards her and placed my own hand onto her red cheeks. Strands of her silky brown hair sat upon my face, tickling me as she leaned in closer. But it all began to fade.

     That warmth of her hands disappeared when my eyes opened. I was now met with a troubled woman at my bedside, reaching out to me, pleading to me.
"Please! The man! The man! There's blood everywhere!" She desperately pointed to the doorway which was now a huge hole in the wall. Something had happened while I was asleep.

     W-W-What do I do?! Whatever that caused the hole in the wall must've been insanely powerful. I can't fight whoever it is-or whatever it is.
Rubble was scattered all over the inside of this weathered down cabin of ours, and puddles of blood filled the cracked crevices outside on the ground. Knives laid dug in the ground, as their wielders forsaken them...or had fallen in battle. Faint screams could still be heard from a distance.
    
     Wow. It's incredible how I slept through all of this. I never really thought of myself as a heavy sleeper either. Surprising how nobody slit my throat in my sleep or something.
The woman, now letting out tears out of fear, pulled in my shirt relentlessly. "Please! Help them!"
" I...I can't do anything. What do you want me to do? Run out there and get myself killed? Me losing my life won't do anything. "

     "B-But, we can't leave him." She dropped to her knees on the dusty wooden flooring, staring at me with teary eyes, and they dazzled as they ran down her red cheeks.

     There really is nothing I can do. She should be the one to do something. In reality, whatever is out there, spilling blood of dozens of people, will surely spill out our blood aswell without hesitation. It's best we leave him and at least wait for a chance to escape.
I looked her dead in the eyes as she sniffed and shook in dismay. "Yes we can." There's nothing I can do without Star. They'd surely kill me if I go out there.

     The lady clutched her worn denim jeans, pushed her raggy brown hair out of her face, and wiped her tears. She stood up, formulating a brand new frown for me to witness. Her red cheeked helped her look as mad as she was. "I'm going myself then!"
She bolted out the door, knocking rubble into the air and sent dust dispersing in different directions. I blinked for a second, and she was gone. Whoosh! Out of sight. After what she said. After what I saw. The puddles of blood, the faint screams, I knew it wasn't safe for her to be out there. It wasn't safe for me either.
Without even thinking, I ran out the door after her. My legs acted on its own, it was as if my body was on auto pilot. My instincts were taking control. "Wait!" I cried out, hoping to hear a reply, and not wailings of death.
     Logic, at least from what I heard and experienced from other people, is what keeps us alive. It keeps us out of unnecessary danger. I used to think of myself as a logistic, but the more I try to contain this identity, the more my instincts kicked in. I could have stayed away from Ayano, which could have prevented these conflicts with Mat and could have prevented her death. But it was like something drove me to commit these actions, it was like it was meant to happen. Destiny maybe? I'm not sure I believe in destiny. But right now, it feels like one of those moments.
The morning light of the sun blinded me when I dashed out onto the bloodied porch of this ugly cabin. Clouds up above the skies surrounded the sun, besieging it while it brought life into the world. I hastily leaped off the porch, landing my heels into the soft mud, but fiercely yanked them out and whipped down the trecherous campsite littered with blood and ash.
     No sight of her. I zipped around giant wooden logs, hopped over ruins of desolate houses, and evaded deep pits scattered around, stomping on ashes after every jump I made. The wind grew stronger, opposing my every step, hindering my every breath. My mind was racing through different outcomes, mostly the ones I feared the most. I thought in my head, and realized there were no happy ending today, the moment I ran out the door. No matter where I end up, or in what state I find the lady, it almost always isn't going to turn out great. It's almost a matter of time before I either run into someone lusting for blood, or come upon the corpse of that lady.