Connect To Each Other
1127 Words
Connect To Each Other
The night was so cold that day, the soaring bonfire didn’t seem to make the cold around them warm at once; several residents of Neo Green Peace sat together in a circle around the bonfire while enjoying a cup of green tea brewed by Sophia and Jessica.
On the other hand, Theophile was busy alone behind the tent with his eyes closed, I don’t know what he was thinking that night, but clearly, he was not excited to see some of the residents who were always waiting for his next move.
The kidnapping of Lavelle was the cause of Theophile’s heartbreak at that time. He really couldn’t explain how empty it was to be left behind by a girl who really made him almost crazy. Even a diamond or jade couldn’t replace Lavelle’s presence; Theophile couldn’t escape Lavelle in the slightest.
“Don’t you want to eat?” asked Johnny, who suddenly appeared next to Theophile, carrying two cans of soda and a crackle of beef sandwiches Sophia and Jessica had made. “Oh gosh… I hope you don’t starve to death because of Lavelle.”
“Again and again, I lose her. How can I possibly be calm?” Theophile asked without opening his eyes.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure she’s fine. Lavelle is a powerful woman, even though she has survived this long.” Johnny pressed a can of soda to Theophile’s right cheek. “Come on, I know you’re a strong man. You can’t be such a crybaby. Lavelle needs your help in the near future.”
“Tsk, I get that. But how? We are far too much weaker than Vanyacia,” Theophile said.
Johnny took a deep breath and then looked back at the night sky, which at that time was so dark without a sprinkling of stars. “I already said that you have to fight. You know that Elder Jun has already made the decision to go there next Sunday.”
“I can’t last that long. I’m afraid that cruel Elf will hurt my future child,” said Theophile.
“Didn’t you say that Lavelle wasn’t actually pregnant with your child? Don’t talk nonsense,” Johnny snapped.
“Actually, Lavelle is really pregnant,” Theophile said.
“Don’t brag. I’ll rip your head off if you like to mess with important things like that,” Johnny grumbled with a bit of annoyance that even a few millimeters of soda spilled from choking.
“I’m serious, and that’s what drives me crazy!”
PLAKK!
“What the hell is this?!” Theophile moaned when she got a slap from Johnny.
“You’re crazy!” squeaked Johnny, annoyed.
“What do you call crazy?” Theophile asked with teary eyes.
Johnny clucked back and squeezed the soda can with excitement. “I don’t know why now I want to twist your head so badly. How can you be so fickle, huh?”
“I didn’t do it yesterday, and you—“
“Shut your mouth and eat,” Johnny interrupted.
“Johnny, listen to me first,” Theophile begged.
“Enough, you don’t need to talk much. Eat and rest. Tomorrow I will speak to Elder Jun to speed up our movement and quickly rebuild the city area.” Johnny grumbled, “Looks like I’ll have to talk to Tristan about this as well.”
“Johnny… listen to me first.”
“Well, what kind of lie do you want to be?” Johnny asked quickly.
***
“Eat. You’ve had enough of thinking about it, Theo.” This time, Tristan approached Theophile and brought a large bowl of chicken soup he had just cooked. “I added a sprinkling of cinnamon in it, just like the late Mom did.”
“Thank you, Tristan. But, actually, I’m full,” said Theophile.
Not giving up so quickly, Tristan sat down next to Theophile, took a deep breath, and then placed the bowl of chicken soup in front of Theophile. “How long are you going to think like this? You need the energy to get back on your feet.”
“I know that, Tristan. But somehow, I just wasn’t sure about that,” Theophile muttered.
“What do you mean?” Tristan replied later.
“I’m not sure I can save these two. This really got me thinking hard. And you know? I felt both wrists hurt, and it really hurt,” Theophile said, “Those thorny vines hurt her.”
“So you can feel it? And that’s why you’re contemplating right now?” Tristan asked, asking his younger brother for certainty.
“Yes, that’s true.” Theophile sighed quite heavily.
“Well, I know that you really love Lavelle. However, we really can’t be careless to launch an attack like what you’re hoping for.” Tristan paused for a moment as he felt something enter his cotton pants. He swiftly pulled it out and showed a baby snake. “Oh my gosh... look at this baby snake, he was so rash to bite me, and he had to suffocate in the end like that.”
“You’re the one strangling him. He’s just looking for something,” Theophile snorted.
“Oh Theophile, my poor little brother. Don’t torture yourself. You’ve to be strong as your late Father wished,” Tristan mumbled later.
“I can feel the pain and the fear,” Theophile said once more.
“Eat first. If there’s a chance I’ll talk to Elder Jun, don’t worry,” Tristan said and stood up.
“Tristan, I’m being serious right now. Maybe we should speed things up and save Lavelle, and I don’t feel so bad for her Mom,” Theophile said quickly.
“Yuh, I got it. So, you can eat the soup, or you’ll die,” replied Tristan immediately.
Theophile just sighed, then took the bowl of chicken soup, ignoring Tristan, who had disappeared from his sight. He was distraught at that time. He wanted to hurry to save Lavelle because he was so sick. He felt Lavelle’s suffering being tortured by Vanyacia, the cruel Elf, but, somehow he had to be patient.
However, doesn’t patience also have a limit? Theophile had been trying to be patient and continued to contain his anger which was getting more and more pervasive and might explode at some point. Isn’t this a problem stemming from a situation?
“This really hurts. Actually, I don’t care who you belong to. What is clear is that I am yours.”
“Theo, I want to talk. Please save me right away.”
“Be patient… for sure, I will come there, now calm down and please wait for me for a while.”
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