Delfi
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Maybe her uncle was, but her father… He was much harder to please.
"Tell me about your happiest memory.”
Klaire knew what he was doing, trying to keep her distracted while the venom consumed her. She went quiet for a moment, because despite simple, a question such as that didn’t come with an immediate answer. She wanted to give him an honest one, and that required looking way back into her memory.
“I don’t remember how old I was… Ten? Maybe nine…” She closed her eyes, leaning her head against the rock behind her. “It was a summer festival, I was supposed to look after my little brother. I got distracted for a second and had to look for him, when I found him there were two older kids messing with him, trying to take his toy away. I ran towards them and told them to give it back. They said no, and that’s when I threw in the first punch.” A soft giggle left her lips, because she knew up until that point it didn’t sound like a happy time. She could feel the taste of blood in her mouth like she did that day, but it was just that vivid of memory.
“I got his toy back and my brother, who had hidden under a cart, came out unscathed. We ran back to our father afterwards and he saw how injured I was. And then he asked… ‘who won?’. I said I did. He picked me up and sat me on his shoulders… It felt like the highest I’ve ever been. Not even flying could match that.”
It was getting colder and harder to see. It was comforting to know Ishaan was still there, and would still be if she managed to make it through the night.
“What’s yours?”
"Tell me about your happiest memory.”
Klaire knew what he was doing, trying to keep her distracted while the venom consumed her. She went quiet for a moment, because despite simple, a question such as that didn’t come with an immediate answer. She wanted to give him an honest one, and that required looking way back into her memory.
“I don’t remember how old I was… Ten? Maybe nine…” She closed her eyes, leaning her head against the rock behind her. “It was a summer festival, I was supposed to look after my little brother. I got distracted for a second and had to look for him, when I found him there were two older kids messing with him, trying to take his toy away. I ran towards them and told them to give it back. They said no, and that’s when I threw in the first punch.” A soft giggle left her lips, because she knew up until that point it didn’t sound like a happy time. She could feel the taste of blood in her mouth like she did that day, but it was just that vivid of memory.
“I got his toy back and my brother, who had hidden under a cart, came out unscathed. We ran back to our father afterwards and he saw how injured I was. And then he asked… ‘who won?’. I said I did. He picked me up and sat me on his shoulders… It felt like the highest I’ve ever been. Not even flying could match that.”
It was getting colder and harder to see. It was comforting to know Ishaan was still there, and would still be if she managed to make it through the night.
“What’s yours?”