Flying Sparks - 12 11

Without a general sense of direction, I ran towards the forest. The sun was setting and I figured I get home. I snapped my fingers for my broom and it came. Not caring if I left everything at school, I just went home. When I reached home, everything was serene. Pictures of my parents and I, happily in different places. The flower field, the beach, even the mountain looking at the sun rise.

I knelt down in front of a picture. The picture was of our happy family, gathered in for a smiling photo. My voice cracked as I started to cry.

“M-mama… P-papa… I-I hurt s-someone… I d-did not mean to.. He will n-never forgive m-me..” I cried and cried for a few hours before going off for bed. I huddled into a ball and let my tears stain my bed.

The next day came too fast. The light was shining through bits of my black curtain onto my face. Then my alarm clock rang again. I slammed the alarm clock with my hand, making the annoying ringing noise stop. I went back to sleep, not wanting to face what happened yesterday.

Then came my doorbell being rang. The sound resounded throughout the whole house a few times, making me crawl off my own bed. With small and weak steps, it took me a while to get to the door. I sat on the floor and yelled open to the person outside. After what it seems to be a few minutes, the person outside came in.

Walton saw the state I was, hair all over the place and I was in nothing but a shirt and shorts. He carried me to my couch and gently placed me down. He took a hairbrush from a nearby stand and started to make me look nicer. His soft hands caressing my locks as he combed it. Quickly noticing that I wasn’t wearing a long-sleeved shirt, I turned my hands around, not wanting to show my cuts.

“I have known about your cuts Milady. I found the blade next to you and your opened arms. I decided to not talk about it since it will bring you discomfort.” I sighed and kept quiet in his presence while he continued.

“Milad—”

“Enough. I hurt you, why did you come back? You could have broken our contract. You could have also taken Lara in as your servant. I checked it, she’s a lower rank than yours.” I scoffed and refused to face him. He went around and stayed in front of me. He knelt down on both knees and held my hands.

“Milady, I did promise you to follow you for the rest of my lifetime. Also it was a gentleman’s duty to protect a lady. I would have gave my life for you if it helps you to survive.” By the end of it, I was crying.

“You idiot servant. I didn’t teach you to risk your life for me.” Walton just smiled and dabbed my eyes with tissues.

“Walton, did you ever have a sibling? You do take care of me so well.” He nodded and started his own story of how he took care of his own sisters before coming to me.

“No wonder you do things so well. I may have picked up a good servant.” He laughed along and I didn’t realise, how much it made me smile. Then the laughter stopped and Walton stared at my face.

“Milady has one of the most beautiful smiles even though she’s a wounded flower.” I blushed and turned away.

“Never tell anyone. It’s an order.” He nodded with silence. Though, my stomach just had to break the silence with a loud growl.

“I shall cook breakfast Milady. Please do sit at the dining table and wait.” He tied his hair into a small tail with a few strands sticking out. I have to be honest, it is a miracle that he doesn’t get any confessions from girls. Walton is stunning and pretty handsome. He saw me looking at him and smirked.

“Has Milady fallen for my looks?” The question took a while to process, when it did, I went red with anger and embarrassment. I summoned my fireball and shot it at him. Walton easily caught the fireball and used it to light the stove.

“Not bad Walton. You’re set to score higher for the next exam.” Still smiling, he said thank you. The aroma of food cooking soon began to invade my system. I tapped my fingers against the glass table, humming a small tune with it. The tune was a small song my parents made whenever we would be playing. Not knowing, the happy tune turned into a sad tune as I continued to hum it. Eventually,I started to sing the lyrics.

“Little sunshine Lily, shine your brightest. No matter what comes, we will always stay by your side. Now, be the brightest flower—” I broke down into another crying fit, not able to complete the song. My voice in pieces, my screams for crying out to my parents.

“Papa… Mama… You two promised to never leave my side…” I sobbed openly as Walton walked over to my side. He gently pats my head and placed my head in his chest. My crying stopped for a second and continued the next second as I knew, it was his method of trying to comfort me.

“W-walton… Why did they leave me…” I sniffed through short breaths. He kept rubbing my head and telling me everything was fine because he would stay by my side. Eventually I stopped crying and everything came to a standstill.

“Let’s eat the food Walton.” He nodded and gave us both our plates, us eating in peace and quietness.