Spirited Away To You

Chapter-55

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Morning came too quickly with the my 'chilled' partner, Sun nowhere to be seen. Who was even there when I needed them?

The wind blew in through the open window, bringing a chilly blow with itself freezing me up. I broke from my stance as I looked around the room to find the things that could remind William of us.

"Dear, are you up- oh my goodness!" Aunt let out a gasp as her hands pulled up to mask the temporal shock.

My whole room was utterly dishevelled with the books toppled over the shelves, scripts all over the place and the curtains strewn down.

I didn't know why I did that. Aunt rushed to my side and shook me up.

"Oh god, Abby, how long have you been sitting like this, you're so cold," Aunt said closing up all the windows and drawing in the curtain.

Probably the whole night.

"Sweetie, talk to me, please," she said, her eyes pleading me.

"Aunt, he-he's gone, William's gone," I stuttered holding up my knees higher.

"William? That friendly spirit?" Aunt asked.

I nodded profusely before hiding my teared face from Aunt.

"Dear, please be more clear, I don't get it, you said he would be-"

"Xander's alive," I blurted out. I couldn't be more happier. But that didn't bring much more happiness than it saddened me to the extent that Xander never remembered his Spirited form.

"But he doesn't remember me," I concluded as reality hit harder.

There was no chance he would ever remember those memories. Remember me.

Aunt placed a small kiss on the side of my head while I tried to compose myself from breaking down.

"Abby, I think you should start seeing a therapist," she said.

I snapped my head at her. Pity, sadness and fear. I was well accustomed to understand them in one's look. And Aunt's look said it all at once.

"Aunt, I'm sa-saying the truth," I started, my conscience begging me to make Aunt believe me.

"I believe you, Abby and that's why I'm saying what's the best," she continued patting my head tenderly,

"You've gone through a lot Abby, and you're not okay. But it's okay not to be okay dear, that's why we are here for you. To make you feel better."

She got up and made her way out not before halting and looking back with a small smile,

"I will set you with some breakfast. Then we can go for a stroll."

Aunt was the best.

                             ☆☆☆

"I swear, he was so handsome and oh my heart, I wouldn't stop blushing whenever I saw him in the hallways," Aunt said as we crossed the road to go to the small diner.

Aunt and I walked throughout the whole afternoon, bickering about life and her sharing all the fond memories of high school.

I was feeling a lot better than last night but occasionally my heart would sink whenever I remembered of William.

The bell on the top jingled as we made through the entrance, the smell of waffles and freshly brewed coffee seeping through our nostrils as we made our way to the counter to order some food.