Changes ( SoloShe Week Day III )
SoloShe Week day 3: 21st September 2016 Prompt: Friendship - Bravery/Confidence Desclaimer: I don't own Magi, Shinobu Ohtaka does. - "He thinks of me only as a child!" Arba stared at her dismayed expression for a few moments, then giggled lightly to ease her tense mood. "I wouldn't say it like that! You are important to him! I think he sees you as his precious comrade, a friend - maybe, even as his little sister!" Sheba's jaw dropped instantly. His little sister? Had she really said he saw her as his little sister? She could hardly accept that he saw her as no more than a friend, let alone her being his sister! "But I don't want to be his sister! I want to be-" Her words died in her mouth at the sole thought. "His wife?" Arba finished for her. Sheba blushed so hard that she thought she was about to faint and averted her eyes from her friend's intense gaze. She could already picture it all: he'd go down on one knee, take her hands in his and kiss each of her fingertips tenderly, then he'd look up at her and say those magical three words that she was dying to hear, and she would obviously say yes and hug him and kiss him until they could no longer breathe. Those images in her mind were enough to set her cheeks on fire, more than they already were. Arba smiled knowingly, getting up from her seat. "Come on, Sheba, cheer up! Aren't we talking about the past? He told you he wasn't going to look down on you anymore, didn't he? I'm sure he changed his opinion about you, and much so." "He's not behaving any differently than before, you know?" She said, a note of pure discontent in her voice. "Just give him time." /// Give him time, Arba had said, but days had passed and still nothing had changed. She had gained hope, but with each second passing it was more and more quickly dying down. She entered her room with a deep sigh, pain heaving over her chest. She got to the bed to get some rest and hopefully forget about it, when she noticed a small stain of red within the white of the pillow. She took the little thing between her fingers: it was a flower. Beside it lied a note. 'This is an amaryllis: it's symbolic of splendid beauty. I thought it suited you. -Solomon' The happiest of smiles bloomed on her lips as she read the note. Yes, something had changed.
