𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 ‧ ban

₪ 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬 ₪

I looked up at the clouds in the sky, trying to focus on anything except the fact that I 1, had let Elizabeth leave and 2, was in so much fucking pain.

I felt so weak. I was beat my a merely part demon. And I was the bloody princess of the Dark Side. I-

Breathe. Focus.

My breath started to quicken, so I just looked up at the sky. Look at the pretty clouds.

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f l a s h b a c k

"Ugh. I hate the earth," Jorge complained as we marched up a hill.

I laughed at him, "And why is that?"

"I hate clouds."

"What?"

"I hate the clouds. They block the majestic view of the sky. Of space." The small boy answered.

We reached the top of the grassy hill, which we went to for a picnic. The golden twins loved picnics. They loved wearing colourful sun clothes and sitting on a blanket whilst eating delightful food.

I dropped the picnic basket, taking out the stuff to set out, "I bring you all the way down here for you to complain," I jokingly rolled my eyes.

Estelle took out some fruit, "Well I think it's lovely. Especially the flowers, " She picked up a nearby daffodil and put it in her blonde hair.

"It's just- Why would you want to put big white blobs in the sky so they can block the beautiful sun from view? And make everything colder?" Jorge looked up at the sky and pointed toward a nearby cloud, "See? It ruins the view!"

Estelle looked at the direction her brother was pointing at, "I think it adds to the view. Without it, the sky would be plain."

I sat down and watched the two quarrel about whether clouds are good or not. They would always argue about the smallest things. Are green grapes or purple grapes better? Does it look better vertical or horizontal? It was so incredibly dumb.

"Sit, you two," I smiled, "Aesthetic or not, clouds are extremely useful. The only reason you have this apple juice here is because of those white blobs in the sky. Now I suggest you eat your food before the flies get to it first."

"Fine," Jorge mumbled.

Estelle looked pleased with the fact that she had technically won the argument and too out her personal book. The girl loved reading.

I didn't read before I met the girl. I didn't laugh either.

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The smallest things bring me back. The coffee stain on the table back in the tavern reminds me of Estelle's caffeine addiction. The painting in the castle of a stuffed bear reminds me of Jorge's little bear named Frederico which he never went to sleep without.

And here I was, laying on the floor in pain, thinking about clouds.

What a mess.

I propped my elbows up and saw the sin of wrath up, staring at something. No, staring at Ban. Except, Ban wasn't staring back at Melio, but right at me, his crimson red eyes filled with guilt and sadness. He was heading straight for me. But I couldn't face him. Those feelings buried deep were already rising.

So I ran.

Even though I had a hole in my stomach, I ran for dear life.

I couldn't face him. I couldn't see him. So I ran into town, entering a small alleyway whilst I healed.