The reunion.
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CHAPTER 19
This sentence made her come back to reality. She did not answer him, anger and stress having cut off her use of the word. She detached herself from his arm while he went deeper into the forest, passing some trees. Walking on his steps, Alia listened to him without wanting to understand him.
- What I did to you is unforgivable, but I would still like to ask for your forgiveness, he said while turning around.
He was in front of her, his red eyes were staring at her intensely and she could read sincerity as well as pain in Ryan's irises. However, she refused to consider the torment of her interlocutor. He had deliberately hurt her, and that was what should matter to her.
- You said you loved me, but you wanted to kill me. It is not that love. Spat she of a tone acerbic.
She sent a punch to him which made him stagger then fall. He did not make any effort to defend himself, the glance lost in a deep guilt. His hair was now mottled from the wet sand.
- You don't know how much I hate you. I'm going to make you pay for what you did to me.
With that, she put me on top of him and hit him in the face. The young man did not react, taking her attacks.
- Why don't you defend yourself? she shouted in rage.
- I... I am sorry. he repeated.
- I hate you, she sat in his face in a sob.
The more she attacked him, the more her soul was torn apart. She had the impression that to wound him, wounded her and this feeling disturbed her so much that she stopped and stood up. She thought she hated him but in the end, the love she had for him just surfaced. She thought things would be easier, but seeing him again, being so close to him had only tormented her, making her doubt her feelings.
Ashamed, the young woman rushed to the Devilier home.
- My God!" Sophie exclaimed as she entered the living room. What has happened to you?
- You are in a deplorable state.
Alia scanned her appearance. Her dress was torn in the armpits and was dirty, half-covered with mud, just like her shoes. Strands of hair were sticking out of her bun and onto her shoulders. Her hands were scratched and full of blood.
- I just had a little fall. Nothing too serious.
- You did not hurt yourself. she worried as she held his hands.
- As I said, it's nothing serious.
- And where is dear Alaric?
- He is in the garden.
- My God!" Sophie exclaimed once more. He saw you in this state and didn't offer to help you?
- He did. It was me who preferred to do it myself.
- My sister was always proud. Anyway, I'm going to go and meet this poor gentleman to get to know him better.
His sister questioned him with her eyes and for any answer, he just smiled at her. He had planned everything, she knew it. For what reason? She wondered.
- I'll do it. As for me, I'll take care of your sister. Come with me, miss.
- Yes," said Alia, following her.
As they went up the stairs, Alia looked at the walls painted the same color as her eyes.
- A lot of blue, isn't it?
- The decoration is quite particular, I admit it. But I still find it splendid.
- Thank you. You know what? I didn't choose this color.
- Didn't you?
- Yes. It was Mr. Alaric's choice. I understand that this color has a personal meaning for him.
- I see.
- I noticed that your eyes are about the same shade.
- Ah!" she said simply.
Sophie accompanied her to a room at the end of the corridor on the second floor. Alia was surprised to see that it was painted all in white.
- The funny thing is that you look so much like the description of the heroine of "The Blue Bird".
- The Blue Bird?
- That's the novel my dear brother wrote. It is so wonderful. Everyone likes it. I'll get it for you from the library. Leave your clothes on that chair, I'll come and get it.
Without giving her time to reply, her hostess hurried out. A sigh escaped her lips and she went into the bathroom to undress.
"That Sophie talks a little too much."
Several questions were nagging at the back of her mind about Ryan being a writer. She wondered what might be in the famous novel that made him "so wonderful." A certain curiosity was born in her.
The door opened again.
- I left the dress and the book on the bed for you. You can give them back to me later. Sophie warned her.
The sound of the door opening and closing was heard. When she came out of the bathroom, she found a blue lace dress on her bed next to a book with a cover of the same color. She wore the garment as quickly as possible and then picked up the book. Her fingers caressed the title in cursive writing. It was in French, but she could tell.
"L'oiseau bleu" she thought.
A sudden fear overcame her, making her heart beat rapidly. She was afraid to find out what might be inside.
- It's just a book, a collection of words on paper, so why? Why do I feel so panicked? Am I afraid of reliving moments from our past and suffering even more in the end?
She hesitated for a moment, then with trembling hands she opened the book in question. A sheet of paper was on the first page. On it were written verses in English.
"My beautiful love, my tear
I carry you in myself like a wounded bird
The time to learn to live,
It is already too late
Let our hearts cry in the night in unison."
Her eyes misted up at the end of her reading. Furious, she sent the book waltzing across the room. Her legs buckled. She felt bad, much worse than she thought she would. The tears that threatened to fall were angrily crushed by her hand. She didn't want to be so vulnerable, let alone forgive the man who had almost killed her.
The door of the room opened on Alois. Silent, he introduced himself into the room.
- You, she growled.
- If you want to finally get some explanations, he's in the library. I'll take you there. You can take you out on me later...
- Writer
