The story of how an attentive magician and his apprentice fell in love. The story of how they grew up together only to realize they were destined for each other. A story of love an sorrow. How will it turn out for you and Asra?
This is an Asra X Fem...
It has been a week since me and Asra fought. Asra hasn't come back since that day. I'm worried about him. I know he needs some time to himself to reflect and I know he can take care of himself but still. What if he's hurt or something worse... I can't help it, I just hope he is okay...
I go to the back room of the shop which is now being utilized as a resting place for r people infected with the plague. I walk over with a cup of jasmine tea and sit down across an elderly woman. She used to be a regular customer at the shop for tarot readings but now she comes in for treatment, she doesn't have a severe case of the plague but it's better to be safe than sorry. She's dressed elegantly, small pearl earrings on her ears, a gold chunky necklace adorning her neck and prestige clothing. Her short gray hair slightly frazzled and a kind smile on her face.
Elderly Woman:
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"Here you go ma'am." I say, handing her the cup of tea.
"Thank you dear." The woman says, holding the cup up to her lips and taking a small sip of it.
I sigh as my mind wanders off to thoughts of Asra. The woman sets her cup down and takes a hold of my hand. I look up at her as she looks into my eyes.
"What's wrong dear?" She asks, looking at me concerned as I sigh again.
"It's just-" I manage to say before being interrupted by the shop's door opening.
I peak at the door to see a familiar figure waking inside, wearing a familiar black hat with extravagant feathers and a long red tattered scarf trailing behind them. They walk past the back room and into the kitchen.
"Please excuse me ma'am." I say, standing up from the table.
"Go ahead dear, I'll just be here." The elderly woman says as I nod and rush off to the kitchen.
I run into the kitchen, hearing footsteps upstairs as I hurriedly climb up them. I make it to the bedroom hallway to see the familiar figure standing outside of Asra's room as I call out to them.
"Asr-" I manage to say before he entered his room, slamming the door behind him.
I flinch at the sudden sound and look down, rubbing my arm and sighing shakily. I walk back downstairs, through the kitchen and into the shop, going back to my seat in the back room. I hang my head low as the woman looks at my stage and takes a hold of my hand.
"Dear, what's the matter?" She asks.
"I... we got into a segment about leaving Vesuvia... I didn't want to leave because I wanted to continue helping those in need but he wanted to to leave to get away from the plague... we got into a big alternation and he left for a while, coming back today. I wanted to talk to him and settle things between us but he just ignored me and slammed the door on me... I just don't know what to do..." I say, sighing deeply as I replay the argument in my head.
"Dear, look at me." The woman says.
I look up at the woman as she clasps my hand in hers, a stern look on her face.
"I understand how you feel about this, you want the vest for the people around you and you want to protect them. And that's okay. I believe you have good intentions to stay, but he also has good intentions to leave. He is trying to protect you, he loves you and that is why he got angry." She says as I look at her.
The elderly woman flames down at our hands. I look down to see a single gold ring on her finger. She must be married but I've never seen her significant other with her. She slowly moved her hands away from mine and plays with her ring on her finger.
"When I was your age, I was just about to marry the love of my life. He loved exploring the world and going out to seek new adventures. When it was time to get married, he wanted to go on one last adventure before the big day. I was upset because it was the day before our wedding and he was going out. We fought and he left to go on his adventure. The next day came and he didn't return, of course I was upset. I thought he was still angry at me or got cold feet..." The woman says, trailing off.
"For days I waited for him to return despite how my family saw him after that say, but he never did... And one day his older brother came and told me what had happened to him, that he died in an accident, a boulder collapsed on him..." She says, she stops playing with her ring and looks back up at me.
"If I had the chance to make amends with him I would. Listen to me when I say it's better to resolve things now then regret not solving them later. Think to yourself about what you want to say and what you want to express, then sit him down and talk to tell him your thoughts. Come to a conclusion together on this and then you two can decide what to do next. Because opportunities to make amends are very rare and you should take the opportunity when it comes. It is hard to lose someone but it is even harder when you know you could've done something about it." The woman says as I think of what she said.
"Thank you for this, I will do everything possible to fix what we have so we won't have to be like this any longer..." I say, clasping my hands together.
The woman left shortly after our conversation, thanking me for the treatment as I thank her for the talk and the advice. I sit in the kitchen drinking some blueberry and honey tea as I look out the window. The sun slowly setting over the horizon as pink and orange clouds fill the sky.
I want to apologize to Asra. I didn't fully understand the intensity of the situation like he did. I know he was trying to protect me because he loves me but I didn't understand entirely why. I should really talk to him before it gets too late.
I stand up and put my cup in the sink. I walk up the stairs and into the bedroom hallway, seeing his door still closed. I walk over to it and take a deep breath. I knock on the door gently and wait for a bit. I knock again and call out to him.
"Asra..?" I fall out, waiting for a response.
No answer. He must be meditating or looking through some old spell books. I muster up the courage and slowly open the door.
"Asra, I-" I manage to say before realizing the sight before me.
I see Asra at his desk. His head down resting on his arms as books and papers are sprawled out all over the desk. A single candle lit beside him, slowly losing its light. I don't want him to get cold so I walk over to the bed, looking for something to cover him. I see Faust curled up on Asra's pillow and she sees me, lifting her head up.
"Friend!" She shouts, I put a finger to my lips to signal her to be quiet.
I reach over and scratch her chin and she relaxes, going back into her curled up position. I smile and look around the bed, finding a folded up blanket. I pick it up and walk quietly over to Asra. I unravel the hockey and place it over him gently, trying not to wake him up. I watch his sleeping figure and sigh quietly, smiling to myself. I kiss his forehead gently and walk to the doorway quietly, looking back at him briefly and closing the door as quietly as possible. I lay my back onto the door and sigh.
I had the chance to talk to him sooner but now I can't since he's asleep. He must be tired from researching formulas for a cure for the plague. This might've been my only chance to talk to him. Maybe I can talk to him in the morning if I wake up early enough.
I push myself off the door and walk into my room. Passing by my large vanity mirror quickly, thinking I saw something strange on myself. I go back and stand in the mirror, looking at myself. Everything looks normal except for one thing, my eyes. The whites of my eyes have turned into a deep shade of red, like they were filled with blood. It's a sign of the Red Plague. I look at myself in shock, tears rolling down my face as I realize my fate.
