Neva was lying on her back, a smoothened hand placed over other on the white duvet that covered up to her stomach.
She was staring at the ceiling, hollow eyes trickling rivers of tears down her temple and soaking the white pillow.
She could barely catch a wink, tossing and turning. It was now six in the morning, and she had been up, and still in the posture for two hours.
She had thoughts running in her mind. Doubts thrashing her mind. Angst clawing her rationality.
What or who should she believe?
Was it the man she knew and loved for all that she could remember?
Or was she a newborn bird, imprinting on the first living being she saw even if he was not kindred to her?
But the belief that his love was her verity was unfaltering.
Then there was this man; who showed up from out of nowhere and corrupted her mind, forcing his way into her heart and soul.
Or had he been always one with her?
His unwavering eyes and actions spoke for his truism. Also, the occurences and the people here left little swithering in her mind.
She held her forehead; she didn't know anymore.
She sat up and wiped her tears.
Removing the blanket she rose to her feet.
She turned to face the door. Could she find a phone and call Ishmael?
She chewed her lower lip in dilemma. Even if she got out, she couldn't have possibly find a way back home without his help.
She got no money, no passports, and never really travelled alone.
All she knew was she was in Erriador, but what if Rhett was lying?
Her stomach growled. Neva placed a hand over her belly.
She sighed, she had refused dinner, and now she was starving.
Whatever her plan would be, she had to eat first. Perhaps she could find something in the kitchen.
Neva gripped the knob and pushed the door open.
She looked right of the hallway then the left, and saw no one.
She padded through the door accross and into the living room. Opposite her was an open kitchen, a long dining table along the north wall of the living room, some indoor plants on the corners, moss green couches around a coffee table on the west by the wall where paintings hung.
Ignoring her hunger, Neva instead walked towards the curtained glazed window on the south.
Peeling them open she slid them against the edges. Birds were chirping, the nature sussurant with the wind blowing.
A balcony revealed before her, and glancing up a gloomy sky with dark clouds gathering hinted of a storm brewing.
A branch of white lighting striked within the clouds, and followed shortly a loud thunder.
She slid the door and stepped out on the balcony. A chill of rushing wind fluttered her hair and dress, shuddering her in only a thin white dress for clothing.
Neva leaned on the railing and smoothened her folded arms over the handrail.
The lighting, the thunder, the wind swaying trees didn't bother her, rather serenading peace in her.
She loosened her body and shored an elbow, hand cupping her cheek, her head slightly tilted.
There was nature and green everywhere until her sight could hold.
For a moment, everything was just alright. No ponders smothering her in the mind.
It was just her and the earth. She closed her eyes and breathed in the air, sighing out slow.
Solitude allowed her to love herself better.
The gusts of wind pricked her bare skin, her tousled bed hair swirling.
She raised her left hand and looked at the gold band.
Had he been looking for her?
Were the twins fine? She had never really been away from them this long.
She lowered her hand and smoothened over as she had in the previous position.
Strangely, she felt fairish here at this moment.
Even if she was far away from home.
Where was her home exactly?
She felt like crying again.
Suddenly; nowhere felt like home.
What did her soul exactly long for?
"Angel?"
Neva turned to see Rhett standing on the door.
"What are you doing here? It's going to rain." She heard footsteps nearing, and soon he stood beside on the right of her.
Neva didn't reply back.
"Aren't you cold?" He asked again, his admiration on her side profile.
"I want to be alone." Neva said.
Rhett turned quiet.
She thought he was finally going to leave, but he stayed.
So she just ignored him and drowned herself in the surround of nature.
A drop of rain fell on her hair, and Neva looked up at the mourning sky.
A veil of black clouds shunning the sun.
Another drop on her forehead made her eyes close.
"It's beginning to drizzle. Let's get back inside."
Rhett looked at her, at Neva who was tranquiled and merged with the nature.
He had gone to Neva's room to check on her, but she wasn't there. His panick only subsided when he found her here.
He couldn't sleep the whole night, voyaging back and forth from Neva's room to his own. Perhaps making sure she wouldn't dissapear like a dream.
For; her, she was who he always dreamed of every night.
"I don't want to." Neva denied.
"You must be hungry. What do you want for breakfast?"
No answer.
He got the cue, and they were silent.
But his eyes never left her. Her presence was beautiful. Each of her details; weaving a breath of life in his tattered soul.
She was real.
She was here; with him.
She was all he could hymn like a prayer song.
The wind blew harder, the sky darkened deeper, the lightning and thunder closer, raging and shaking the earth. The silhouettes of carooning birds flying accross the sky towards the woods to shelter. The ripened yellow and red leaves falling from trees, swirling around with the amity of wind.
"What if I say I believe you?" Neva finally severed the comfortable silence.
When he didn't reply Neva glanced at him.
She blinked, when he didn't blink and kept staring.
"Do you?" Rhett asked.
Neva shrugged. "Probably. Probably not."
Rhett smiled. She was a spinning puzzle.
"Why would you want to believe me?"
Neva glanced away.
"You see, when I asked Ishmael how I lost my memories, he told me I got into an accident. But there wasn't even a scratch on me."
Rhett didn't say anything, and listened, so Neva continued.
"He told me we were from an Island called Miraeth. That we were orphaned and a man adopted us and we grew up together. But then I had suddenly dissapeared when I was eight."
"Couple of years later, when grandpa was on his deathbed, he told Ishmael it was him who sent me away for my own safety.
He was only around fifteen or sixteen when he sailed off the Island in a merchants ship to find me without the captain knowing." Neva sighed and lowered her head. "I don't know how much of him I need to believe."
"There is no Island named Miraeth.
He's lying to you." Rhett firmly stated.
Neva shook her head and met his gaze. "Just like the garden of Eden, it's not located in the map.
But it is there, somewhere on earth."
Rhett scoffed. Then he asked seriously. "And you believe in the garden of Eden?"
Neva smiled. "I do. It's good to have a faith that hold us together.
It's a pity; the ones who cannot feel Him."
Rhett smiled; and he mirrored her soul.
She was never really alone.
"Everything will be fine." He reassured.
"Will it?"
Neva sighed. "You know, I could talk to you so easily. Why is that?"
"Because we are one." Rhett replied.
And the eyes that fastened were gradually sealing the rifts, and melting the penury of the world.
The wind shifted, and rain like a waterfall poured over them.
Neva gasped.
She looked up at the cloud bursting open. She felt the sharp, cold tingling droplets on the palms she raised above her chest, on her hair mollifying her scalp, on her face, on her body...
She couldn't almost breathe, and it made a huge smile take over her face.
It was soothing. Her heart felt at ease.
She was serene.
The loud thrumming of rain pulsing the scenery, the flurry, the rustling of leaves, the throbbing thunder.
The earth was singing a ballad to her.
Then Neva turned to him.
Her cheeks instantly burning at his heated gaze.
She looked down at herself, and immediately crossed her arms over her chest. The sticking white dress was seeing through her skin.
Rhett kept their eyes threaded.
"Don't worry. I have already seen, and felt all of you."
Neva's cheeks reddened shades deeper, her ears turning hot.
She in a flinch turned on her heels and drenched in rain hurried inside.
Her heart beating uproariously in her ears.
Rhett was left there on the balcony.
The most satisfied look on his face.
He ran his fingers through his drenched hair strands.
He smiled; reliving her; relishing the present.