Wings & Dreams

A Cure?

Since Sana could do nothing else, the woman was forced to stop her healing process and just let go of Chrys.

"I'm sorry, Clara." He kept apologizing to me, and I just fell silent, not knowing what to say.

Does this feel like being abandoned forever by someone you care about? Maybe love is a bad word to describe how I feel about Chrys. Caring. I care enough about him, even though I only met him a few times.

Time went on, and I was still sitting on this cold floor for minutes, without moving my body.

Nothing could shake me, even as Sana moved my shoulders repeatedly and kept saying something to me. I can't hear it. Maybe he was just trying to encourage me or keep apologizing for not being able to save Chrys.

Like a statue that keeps meditating, I don't even shed tears or blink. I no longer have control over my own body.

I don't know what to feel now. Preoccupation with losing someone I know? Or even the joy of finally the most dangerous man for the Fae people is gone?

Or can I feel both?

Nope, no. Chrys is not dead and still breathing. Just wait until death slowly robs his life and takes him away to a place that must be very far from here.

"Clar!"

Plaac!!

When my cheek was slapped, I immediately snapped and blinked. I don't know since when Clora's been free from the rope that shackled her hand. The woman looked at me furiously after slapping me.

"Didn't you listen to us?!"

I just fell silent, rubbing my cheek that was starting to hurt.

"Or have you given up on Chrys?"

It made my blood boil. "Of course not!" My atonement.

"Said Sana, there's still a chance to save Chrys," Clora said. "It's worth trying" he continued when I was wide-eyed.

"Well remember what I said about Fae Light? That someone should transfer warmth to him?" She extended her hand to me. "I'm a Fae Healer. Clora a Fae Ventus. We can't do anything for Chrys."

"But you probably can" continued Clora again. "You're human, Clara. You are a living creature that has body warmth. Maybe..." Clora was unable to continue her words anymore because I had already risen to my feet.

"Hug me."

I just understood what he meant. Chrys was not joking at the time.

"Hug me."

I looked at the man who was still closing his eyes on the bed. Without thinking for a long time, my body was already beside him, with one arm coiled on the chest of his field.

Then I closed my eyes.

At first I felt nothing but the fact that my body was shivering. I'm only human, can I save the Chrys who's almost dead? Can I share my warmth with her?

Suddenly a memory flashed through my head. Memories of when I met Chrys back in my loo. He hugged me, pressed me against the wall, and that's when I was able to inhale his scent for the first time.

The smell of pine trees. A familiar body scent that I can smell again now.

Slowly, her stomach started to go up and down, and I could feel her breathing from her nostrils. I kept my eyes closed, focused on what I was doing right now.

I want to save Chrys. No matter who his identity is. All I know is he's a man who's saved my life many times.

Without him, I would be stuck in my dreamland forever. Without him, I might have died being invaded by Krilie who wanted to attack me at the time. And without her appearing suddenly in Clora's house, I don't know the fate of my life right now. Maybe I'll go back to being Zeyn's prisoner, or worse, killed on the spot.

I heard a whisper. At first I thought it was the voices of the women who were still faithfully watching me. But after I focused my hearing, I realized that it was a heavy voice belonging to a man.

An arm returned my embrace. Then, like a magnet that should have come together, my head had sunk into Chrys's shoulder.

"Clara," he whispered to my ear.