Kol immediately looks up when he sees me intake my place."Where you been? You been gone for ages!" He hissed at me, irritation evident in his eyes.
"I'm sorry. If it was going to be a problem, you could have come with me," I whispered back angrily.
It was he, who was too scared to come with me, making me go alone and then he has the nerve to scold me for taking a long time.
I moved further away from Kol and found the scythe I had used before, letting my irritation out on the wheat. After a while he says defeated, "To ease your concern, Lord Vega didn't notice. He didn't come by either."
My look did not stray and offered him no reaction to his comment. But he is right, it did put me at ease.
Coming out from behind the Vega mansion, a dark form sneaked around it, trying to hide from the sight of windows.
When it got closer to the graveled road between the two differanting fields.
The closer it plodded the more I regonized the person. The girl from the bonfire! Her dark hair was a tangled mess. Her dress, torn several places, with spots of blood here and there, some new and some old. Dried up tear stains ran down her cheeks, painting her face with sorrowful milkyways.
She slowly made her way to the village, completely worn out.
Kol trudged closer and whispered in my ear, his gaze also planted on her, "I was told her name is Britany. My mother knows their family quite well from childhood. Appearantly Britany and her mother and father live in a shed, a bit outside the village. Their house was taken by their oldest son and his family not long ago, they threw them out of the house and on the streets. Caused them to be homeless for a while."
My look followed Britany until she was out of sight. I pitied her. She was not the first one, we have seen return like that, after spending a night somewhere. All with the same downcasted look in their eyes.
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The sun was already long gone, since we had work for an additional hour.
Lord Vega had left hours ago, sought shelter from the blazing sun, to the newly air-conditioned mansion.
Kol wanted to walk me home, he usually did when it was dark outside. I was not annoyed with him anymore. I never could stay mad for long, even if I wanted to.
We walked in silence side by side, we had taken the road, the long pathway, the one that does not lead to the forest. It was quiet, all the birds had gone to sleep to the cold evening breeze.
In the quiet, Kol inhaled, "So are you, uh... Do like Kain," he sounded strained, a slight twitch in this cheeks as if he had chewed on something bad.
He was jealous. Again. "I like him as a friend. Nothing more."
Not that I thought, we were ever gonna be more than aquintances."So you kiss all your friends?" He asks, trying to downplay his doubt in us and hide his insecurities with indifferance. Although failing miserably.
I narrow my eyes, I force out a chuckle at his words.
"No I don't, Kol,"
I give him a pointed look. He knows I've only kissed a few guys. There was a rift between me and Kol, and the more we saw other people the deeper it got. Or rather, when I saw other people.
He lifted his arm out to slide his hand across the houses "I actually saw you two and then I left. You looked busy," he finally says.
"I did look for you. I could not find you. So I followed the dancing mass," I say, that seemed to please him a bit, a small smile formed.
"This was my last day in the wheat field. Tomorrow I am headed back to the cornfields," I said, "-Let us enjoy these few moments left. Without any bickering," he nodded solemnly in agreement.
We walked in silence, simply emjoying each others company. My eyes followed the familiar houses, while his studied mine.
Soon we had passed the red brown neighborhood and we stood at the entrance of my house, the scent of dandelions surrounded us in a tight embrace.
"Goodnight, Mr. Richy," I smiled. He looked at me, with a hopeful gleam.
"Sleep good, Miss Levina."
He leans forward and kisses my cheek, then he walks into the night.
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House of Mia Terceo
Historical FictionThe Levina family has been working on Mia Terceo for decates and when Roma Levina was old enough herself, she too began working. One day she meets Nicolas Vega, the son to the owner of Mia Terceo. And Lord Cassius Vega, his father, would never app...