Messenger's note:

The Chronicles is a series that I have been writing for years, but only for a while putting them into a blog, it has influences from books, anime, comics, and even the music I listen to.

The names of the places in this story may or not be real, but this is fiction, and the story is set in an alternate ambiance, so don't expect total accuracy.

I hope you enjoy the story as much as I do when I write it, even if I take too long to update! xD

xoxo

September 28, 2006

Chapter 5: Requiem for a dream. Part II


Nessa awoke slowly from her slumber, it seemed like she had slept for days, Alex laid by her side, hugging her slightly, as a child would hug his mother.

She smiled and caressed his hair gently, she then tried to sit up on the bed without waking him up, but her wounds, still fresh, hurt and she winced a little suppressing a whimper.

Alex stirred slightly and opened his eyes slowly to see Nessa trying to sit on the bed.

-“Ka/Ne-sama! Gomen ne…let me help you…” he said hurriedly as he helped her sit on the bed.

-“Thank you Alex…it’s ok…”

-“Ne, how are you feeling Nessa? Do you need anything? I can go get you something really fast…I have to call To/Wi-chan…he told me to tell him the precise moment when you finally woke up…” he said running around the room

-“Le-chan…it’s ok…I’m ok I don’t need anything…lie down here with me…”

-“But, but, he told me to…”

-“He is probably busy Le-chan…please…”

-“Ok Ne-chan…” he said smiling and lying back down on the bed with her.

He began talking about his day at school, what he wanted to do on the weekend, what games he played and what music he listened to, Alex was behaving like he hadn’t seen Nessa in ages, as if Nessa had risen from the dead, he spoke for what seemed hours.

This brought tears to Nessa’s eyes, Alex was like her son, he had lived during the war with Demian, lived and fought with them, and she didn’t want him to fight again.

The door opened slowly as Witold came in with a tray with a cup of tea and some food items. He smiled softly at the picture Nessa and Alex made. Nessa smiled softly as she saw him come into the room.

-“Hi... (He said softly) I brought you something to eat, you must be hungry, how are you feeling Milosc?” he said putting the tray on the nearby table.

-“I’m doing well, a bit of pain, but I’m ok…you didn’t have to do all this, I could have got it, or Alex…” She said blushing a little at his use of the nickname.

-“It is not a problem, besides, Alex is fast asleep…I’m going to check your wounds, do you mind me moving Alex to his room?”

-“No…I don’t mind, but try not to wake him” she looked at Alex sadly; Witold nodded slightly and picked Alex in his arms and took him to his room.

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