I'd Make a Wish and Bleed.

After mopping the floor, Miraye spent the rest of the morning and noon serving drinks to customers. Business was slow and time had begun to drag itself along. Every time she looked up at the clock only a wee minute had passed from the last time she checked. She finally gave up and sat behind the counter, tapping her nails along things. She was growing bored and there wasn’t much to do but serve things, take mugs back, wash dishes and wait again.

The weather slowly rose apart from the rain earlier in the day. The moons decided to shine about again to brighten things up if only a little. Miraye wiped the sweat from her upper lip. She only noticed that the jacket Moth had given her was made of heavy material meant for the winter. So she stood up and went upstairs to put it away.

She decided to procrastinate a little and stayed upstairs longer than usual. The room was filled with light and there were still some droplets of rain on the window. Miraye crawled slowly toward it and pressed her hand upon the glass. The contrast to the light and her pale skin made her fingers look ghastly. She stared outside for a few minutes with no care or thought in the world. Her eyelids dropped midway in a dazed trance. It was only now she noticed how truly tired she was from all the traveling that had happened and the resurrection that had occurred.

She leaned on the window and sighed. She opened the barrier and a fresh scent of fall wind spread into the room. To breathe again was intoxicating. She never noticed that before. Before long, her nostrils stung upon the freshness of the air outside. She sat on the small bed and lied down, staring at the ceiling.

What am I doing here; she thought when she closed her eyes.

…


It felt like an eternity had passed when she heard soft foot steps climbing up to her.

“Miraye?” a soft voice called out, cautious as to not interrupt what she was doing.

“I’ll be right down, Tic. Just give me a few minutes,” she muttered never opening her eyes to the reality that was waiting for her to move on. Her voice sounded a little strained but normal to both of them. She flexed her fingers.

The boy nodded and climbed back down the stairs, disappearing into the tavern below. He was confused for some part but shrugged it off and ignored it, returning back behind the counter and watched as people outside walked by through the windows. What a slow day it had been, he thought.

But upstairs in the floor above him, silence cleaned the room again. There was no comfort in peace this time for the girl who lay. There was nothing to ponder, nothing to question and nothing to doubt in this room. It felt cold. The window was still open and a gush of wind flew in, curling its long strands around every inanimate object in this attic. It calmed and stopped when silence ate away once more until it was broken with her tears and her muffled cries.