Mira stood at the door staring questioningly at Athea. That she had done something of that nature and level without her knowing made her question their supposed friendship.
In the weeks following the night of that incident, Athea had been aloft. She spent more hours at the garden than usual, the new plant she had acquired being the usual excuse. Well, Mira didn't think it was an excuse, and for all she knew, it was actually a rare plant. She had paid a fortune to acquire it, but for what use exactly, Mira never found out.
She had spent hours tending to it.
Mira would sometimes meet her sitting there, in deep thoughts. She would probe her into telling her what is going on in her mind. Athea would smile it off.
There are a lot of things she couldn't wrap her head around. But Athea not remembering her life now meant she might never get the closure she desires. She wished she could get angry at her, but how could Mira? Athea had no idea of what happened as much as she did not.
