Akari means light.
Light meaning the only array of hope given to the Ayumu nation. One of the largest empires known to mankind.
When the empire suddenly disappears on the young girl's seventh birthday, an invasion erasing the nation forever, causing...
"Here. Don't think about it too much." He offers, a smile on his face.
The corner of my lift begins to lift as I glance over his shoulder, reading the name of the flower.
A daffodil.
My lips begin to lift equally as I place my sunflowers down and pick the single daffodil from his hold. "Thank you." I say. Because truly, I am thankful.
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"Akari...Is that really you?!" I hear, a loud feminine voice in disbelief. Of course it's recognizable, Perhaps I had ulterior motives coming down this hall, knowing that she would see me.
I watch as she turns around from the front desk of the hospital. Her feet moving quickly to reach me. I expect her to stop midway, or to even give me a signal for her next move. But with how quickly she opens her arms to engulf them around my neck, I fall back a bit, not ready for the impact.
Her voice vibrates to the side of my ear. "Please say something so I know you aren't just a random girl with a pretty face."
My eyes widen a tad as I recall her last memory of me, my unmasking. Soon thereafter I was arrested the same day. I also only wear the under layers of my clothing, bland sheaths, untucked at every bit. Only in the morning had I decided to tuck my pants into my boots to seem more put together. And my headpiece—I did not think it was a good time to wear it out. When will it ever be?
I feel my lips tense a bit, unable to control how they quirk up at the sides. I pat a small corner of her back. "You think I am pretty?"
Her body releases all hesitation, she recognizes my voice. "It is you!" She exclaims, her voice moving ten miles per second. "I feel like I haven't seen you in months!" She continues, pulling away from her air right hug, her voice slowly drowning out, blue eyes landing upon my face.
"Wow..."
For a moment all parts of my face furrow and tense, my eyes even begin to glance away into the ceiling and into the floor. I haven't had someone so openly analyze each feature of my face—it is strange.
