Memory...

Malia smiled softly as her head lay on his lap, the twosome basking in the warm spring sunlight. Her face turned to look at him. though is face was almost blacked out by the bright sun. She smiled, a soft secret smile, one that she only ever showed him. His love, his protection, his strength guided her on.

Her arm bent upwards and caressed the side of his face, softly with the back of her hand. The moment was perfect. She smiled and closed her eyes again, humming softly to herself...

Her eyes opened, and tears poured out from them, cleaning her dirt stained cheeks. Her left hand raised to her face and wiped away the dirt and the tears, remembering that warm spring day was so far from her now... It hurt. Her soul was torn and old wounds had been ripped open anew. She sat here silent in the cold cell , pulling her knees to her chest. She had been here for some months, unable to do anything but sleep and stare blankly at the walls. The guards were fairly ambivalent to her presence, as she caused no trouble. Why was she here? She couldn't remember but it was clearly important enough that she had her memory of the event wiped out. All she could remember was him.

She ran a hand over her arms, softly, trying to remember her strength... Her hands fell to her sides and pushed against the floor, bringing herself up to standing very slowly. Her legs felt weak. Her body wobbled a little as she stood still. The cell had become her home. She glanced over her shoulder out the doors. They held promise beyond them. He was out there... She looked away from the clear doors to her hands. Scarred but fine fingers, long and sinewy, the fingers of a pianist. She found the strength to walk forward and press her fingers against the cold glass-like substance of the door. A memory flashed before her eyes and she smiled. Her soft grey eyes closed and ripples of cold blue energy emitted from them, shattering the material beneath. Escape... The glass pieced itself back together quickly and a guard walked passed by, shaking his head. Malia smiled as he went on his way. Escape would allude her today...

She steppes back from the door and looked around her cell and began humming softly to herself. The sun streamed through the small window and outside a bird sung... for a moment... Just a moment, she was back on in the park, her head on his lap. And the world was perfect again...