Resurrection

The fire burned brightly. It was comforting but my mind was preoccupied with loads of thoughts. The three of them were facing me. I didn't really pay attention to them.

Ah! Another day passes. When will this end?

"Daarc, I need to-" Alisa paused.

"What is it?"

"It was my fault," she said.

My eyes widened. I didn't expect her to say that. I really didn't. For a moment my heart throbbed in pain as I witnessed her tear-jerking expression. She really was sorry.

With resonance to my silence, she added, "She died for me. If I wasn't there-"

"It's okay. She didn't once blame you. And for the first and last time, you were unconscious. She died because of me! So don't say that."

She might have meant that as an apology but even so, it only hurt me. It reminded me of what I wanted to forget and yet again, my heart throbbed.

She looked at her feet. She didn't know what to say anymore; she was a child after all.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"What?"