-- picking up the pieces

The call came at the perfect moment. She had just been thinking of him, craving his presence and wishing he were with her. She had avoided him recently, the guilt washing over her again when she thought about it. She hadn't wanted him to see her fear, or to see her quarrel with herself over how to handle it. Liste had needed to deal with her father's return on her own. His lack of appearance again in many weeks had put her at ease, helping her to handle her emotions appropriately. Things had worked out perfectly, and she was ready to continue her life.



Doing what she did best, Liste ran to him. Her feet carried her swiftly to where he stood. She immediately came to his side, rubbing her body alongside his and nuzzling his neck. She had missed him more than she had realized until this moment. With a deep breath, she stepped around to face him, a deep satisfaction shining in her eyes.



I have missed you very much, Angeal.