She was running. Running as fast as her feet could carry her. She ran her tongue over her parched lips. Her chest hurt to badly as if she’d burst with pain at any moment. The disease was spreading all over her body. The pain intensified with every step. She needed to see that person. Only he had the cure to her disease; her plague. He had to.

She barely noticed anything as she burst into a familiar house. Her eyes darted across the room in search of someone, of any sign of activity. She saw a darked haired woman wipping the table.

‘Where is he?’ She stared at the dark-haired woman feverishly. To her she must look crazy, bursting into the room, with her hair in wild disarray, chest heaving, with eyes darting to and fro. She didn’t care. The pain was increasing; unbearable. God, the pain! She clutched her chest and grimaced. Just a little longer. She had to find him.

The dark-haired woman looked shocked at her appearance but she pointed towards a door at the far corner of the room. She ran towards the door of her salvation.

She opened the door and there she saw him. Her breath caught. His back was to her and he was kneeling down, apparently fixing something. The pain was now overwhelming, taking with it but a last bit of her strength. She closed her eyes. Not now. Just a little bit more.

He turned as he felt her presence. He smiled as he saw her and she bit her lip and closed her eyes as he came towards her. Her last bit of strength vanished as he enfolded her in his arms. The pain! Dear heaven, the pain!

She opened and searched his face, every curve, every angle. Her fingers brushed his sunlit hair; her eyes probed his cerulean ones, unbelieving even at this moment. She let her fingers stray over his lips as tears stung her eyes and she looked up as him. He brushed away her unshed tears and smiled.

‘Welcome home.’

She rested her head against him and let the pain flow through her. The calendar on the wall said that she’d only been gone two weeks, but it felt like forever.

As she let the disease, and along with it–the pain, dissolve from her, she managed to choke out. ‘Next time, next time, Cloud, you come with me.’

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