First of all, it’s unbelievable of me that I forgot about this series. And when I looked back through all my blog material, I was like, omg~! So I am going to finish it. It is completely unacceptable that I stopped this abruptly. SO here are the six other parts:
Like a Diamond. Part One.
Like a Fire. Part Two.
Like a Storm. Part Three.
Like a Breeze. Part Four.
Like a Light. Part Five.
Like a Memory. Part Six.
And in continuation here is Part Seven, at long last, hopefully you enjoy! If there are any inconsistencies (let me know!!!) although I made sure there weren’t. But I might have missed something.
Like a Friend.
What was her father doing? Her head was aching now. But Fel had to find him. They couldn’t stay here anymore. She turned back pulling the thin shawl around her body, up and around her head. It had been a long time since she’d felt like this. When had it been? Was it before meeting Dallas? It must have been. There was not a moment after she’d met Dallas that she remembered anything pleasant between her and Gevrid beside the odd moment or two where he helped her. But those were rare, not with his position as Captain, he couldn’t do anything more.
She stopped in an alcove for a breather. Her head ached. Her hands felt clammy against the cold concrete wall. And she took that moment to take a seat. She hugged herself, pulling her knees to herself. There, she breathed. In and out, the air seeped into her soul reinvigorating her heart. And she stood again.
As she strode out of the alcove, she felt a shift, a ripple through the air, and the diamond burned against her chest. She jerked the shawl away and looked at the glowing diamond. Feelling eyes on her, she looked to the left and found the younger Felicity staring at her. On her chest, her own diamond reacted. And Fel moved to moved, jerked forward by surprise. But time shifted and Fel was no longer looking at Felicity but at someone else. Someone across time and space, who could see her, but if he tried to touch her, he would only grab air, doomed to wonder if she was dead or not.
“Felicity,” He said in shock.
“Gevrid,” she replied, the faint touch of water in her eyes.
They stared at each other. The air shimmered between them, but it didn’t feel muggy and suffocating like most hot air. Instead it felt cool, gentle, and beautiful.
“I forgot,” she said.
“Forgot what?” He said confused. “When did you get back?” Fel walked up to him, reaching out to touch him. Through time, he felt so alive, so warm. And he was startled. As startled as Fel. But he wouldn’t show it. He wouldn’t tell Fel that he was as startled as Fel. Fel just knew. Because she always knew.
“I forgot us.” A stray tear, crystal blue, slipped down her cheek. She wasn’t clutching her head anymore. There was no more pain, no more ache. Just clear white snow blanketing her heart and mind.
“Fel?” He was suddenly awake, and not under a daze. Had he always been under a daze with her? He reached up to touch her, but like the effects of time, she was in the past, a ghost of her former self, and therefore, transient to him. “Fel? Fel, where are you? This isn’t your ghost is it?” He started to panic.
“Gevrid,” she’d said it with an unintentional smile. She stroked his cheek, relieved. “Gevrid. Don’t worry I’ll be back soon.”
“Fel!” He screamed, but he was already fading. The diamond on her chest, cooled, and slowly, slowly, the headache returned.
As he faded, Fel wondered why she wanted him to hold her, caress her, touch her hair and her skin the why no one else was allowed to. Memories came back to her, little things she forgot suddenly seemed as bright as the sun. She remembered where she lost the hanky Gevrid gave her to wipe her eyes. Looking forward, she saw herself. The younger Felicity was staring with the kind of eyes that would forget later on.
The young Felicity looked at Fel with big wide eyes. She was so full of awe, Fel wondered if Felicity had even noticed the diamond on her chest. If she had, it was lost under the sea of grief, fear and awe.
“Who are you?” Said Felicity.
“Just a dream,” said Fel. Fel took a shaky step forward, touched the little girl on the head and walked away. As she passed the little girl, she whispered, “Grow and love, live as you want, don’t hold back.” And just as quietly as she came, she left, leaving nothing but a whisper of an impression in the young girl’s mind. Fel knew, as living proof, that Felicity wouldn’t remember the face of the woman who said those words that had drawn her away to Dallas in the first place. Felicity would only remember the words.
She couldn’t find her heart as she ran looking for her father. There was nowhere for that elusive beating centre to hide in her body, but it wasn’t just a “thing”, it was a raging river of abstract notions such as “love” and “hate”. It was calm for contentment and violent when upset. It was unrestrained, abundant, almost overflowing on occasions. Fel was hurt. It ached where it had been passionate, in the times she’d needed to feel passion the most, it had been unrestrained and rebellious. Now, now the pain was overreaching, rushing down the river without any bounds, there didn’t seem like a moment it would let up.
Her father was talking to her mother. Fel doubted her mother knew it was him from the future. But her father had aged harshly and his lines were deeper. He slouched now, when he walked, but he was still proud. And Fel thought, that must what her mother was seeing. Because her mother didn’t even shrink away. And her father was being so gentle to her. He must have reverted to his younger self.
“Father.” He turned slightly at the faint sound of her voice. This man she was seeing, was the man who should be running the kingdom. Not the king at the moment, not the one who’d pushed her to the edge, and taught her the meaning of passion.
But her father still had a long way to go, for he was not the friend she had before, for Gevrid was a friend she had lost, and for the fact that she cared. Her father was more like what a king should be.