Flare Corona

I’m not even sorry.

Flare’s skin turned pale at the young Dragon Slayer’s outburst. Shifting her weight to her right foot she rolled her left ankle to ease the tension there, all the while searching for an appropriate response. On one hand, Wendy’s insecurities were to be expected considering that majority of Fairy Tail’s finest women had assets much greater than her own. But those assets were born with growth and time. Something Wendy didn’t seem to understand, or, perhaps impatience was her undoing. Crouching to look Wendy directly in the eye, Flare folded her arms over her chest.

"I shouldn’t be in love with you!"

"It’s not fair!"

"I could kill you right now!"

"Knock it off!"

"Screw you!"

"You’re a complete moron!"

"I love this song!"

"Bring that here!"

"I hate you!"

"I’m pissed off!"

"Make me!"

"I wish you’d never been born!"

"I bought ice cream!"

"Kiss my ass!"

"Shut up!"

"I can’t do it anymore!"

"Take me home!"

"Just kiss me already!

"I can't be in love with you!"

"I can't believe this!"

"Piss off!"

"I wish things were that simple!"

"I love you!"

"Jump off a bridge!"

24. My muse has called yours because they can’t remember who they are and they hit redial on their phone.

The fingers wrapped around her phone shook with each breath that left her lips. The walls were closing in, her heart was pounding. Flare Corona. She knew that name. It resounded throughout her entire being. But it did not belong to her. Not right now, at least. It felt so out of reach. Flare — who is she? What is her purpose? Where is her family? Does she like sweet things? Why is her hair so long? These were questions Flare could not answer right now. When answers did come they felt empty, false. 

There was a soft hum as Flare’s fingers connected with some of the keys on the device, sending a call directly to the last person she’d spoken to. Gazing at the bright screen, the name ‘Chelia’ faded into view, followed briefly by a small picture. A pretty girl, she appeared to be smiling. Perhaps a friend? Or family member? One thought after the other made Flare’s head spin. Her pulse throbbed against her ear, urging her to take a seat at the table that belonged to Flare Corona. 

A glimmer of recognition touched her eyes, but not enough to summon forth the memories that had been lost. When the call connected a gentle voice poured out of the speaker. It was so gentle, so kind, yet Flare couldn’t recall ever having heard it. It whispered across the dark crevices of her mind, touching everything in its path, fighting to break through the walls that formed in the shadows.