Chapter 3: Their Reunion
You're gonna be alright...
Her body ached. Every single cell hurt—even her hair was hurting, if that was possible. And to top it all off, somebody was prodding her, sometimes touching tender places that made her wince inwardly. She wanted to curse whoever it was away. Or possibly strangle to the point of death, but hey, she had a good reason to!
She thought about how she became like this. She was camping in the forest, cleaning her weapons for easy hunting. Then... some figure in the dark caught her attention. She remembered thinking of hunting it, nevermind that it was night. Her supplies were dwindling dangerously, and she needed the food. So she followed it. It was some chase, she recalled. Her arrow missed it too much—something that rarely happened to her. And then she got close... And then...
There was a sharp pain in her ribs.
She yelped, surprised how real that felt. Opening her eyes, she saw an old man standing over her, his eyebrow raised. She was about to ask him who he was when a door opened loudly, causing her to jump. Which, also, caused her ribs to throb more. She groaned, pain shooting at her everywhere.
Another person, this time younger, walked in her vision. He looked familiar, staring down at her with obvious concern. She inclined her head a little, racking her mind for a name. Nothing showed up.
Hmmm... Perhaps just a resemblance with someone?
"Hey," the raven-haired boy started, smiling a little. "You okay?"
Surprised at the boy's worry, she opened her mouth to answer. But, just then, the previous door banged open again.
Jesus, did that door hate her or something?
"Who's she?" another voice demanded, obviously irritated.
At that, she raised her eyebrow. Okay... That was very rude.
Apparently, the boy with the blue eyes thought the same thing. He glared at the newcomer who glared right back. Silence fell as both of them held some kind of quiet war.
Before long, the girl was getting uncomfortable. The bruises and wounds in her body had finally decided to make themselves known. And to top it all off, her throat was parched, begging for water. She hadn't drank anything for days, which was, she knew, would be bad for her current condition. Anyone can go far without food, but with no water, the best they could take is a few weeks, given that that body was in best health to begin with.
Finally, as if hearing her thoughts, the black-haired boy turned, pointedly ignoring the blonde newcomer. That earned an indignant "hey!" but still, the blonde was ignored.
The girl would've laughed at their ridiculous episode if it weren't for the little voice in her head that screamed "I know that dark-haired guy! I know him!" Something about the boy was tugging at her memories... His smile, his eyes—heck, even his actions were familiar.
The boy smiled wider, as if he could read her thoughts. "Well, if it makes you feel better, I forgot who you were, too," the boy joked, his eyes holding a spark she couldn't identify.
A few moments of silence passed, and the boy smiled wide, his grin almost reaching his ears. Then, the previous spark started a fire. And, just like that, the tugging in her mind grew into a full-force yank. Suddenly, memories of her and a boy with dark hair flashed in her mind. Recollections of childhood, of happiness and pain alike. She remembered conversations, experiences, discoveries—everything. It was like a dusty photo album of bittersweet memories that was tucked away in the corners of her mind opened, revealing a life she didn't know she experienced.
Eyes wide, she looked at the boy—really looked at him. She saw her ally, her comrade, her companion through the thick and thin. She saw the boy who helped her when she was down; she saw the boy she helped when he was down. She saw the one who was always there for her, even at times when everyone wasn't.
She saw her bestfriend.