Chapter 32 Love

Ava's POV
It was that phrase again. Misty thought with annoyance at how many times that phrase had come up these days, and now it was time for her to say it.
"What else do you have planned?" She asked her, suppressing her own anger.
"My plans." I thought for a moment and decided it was better not to say what was on my mind outwardly, lest she become even more angry, and turned my head to look at Adele standing over there, "Come here."
Adele did not move, hesitantly grabbing the corner of her dress and tugging it around.
"Come here."
I waved at her again, "Take this vase of flowers with you, it's my gift to you."
"Mine?" She finally moved, took a few steps forward and looked at the vase in my hand, "Why do you want to give me a gift?"
It was really a beautiful bottle of flowers, blue and white interlaced, looking very fresh in the sunlight. Looking closely at the petals there was a little something powdery on top, and Adele wondered what it was.
"Don't you like fireflies?" I ruffled the leaves of the flower, "I used some fine salt and powder of fluorescent mushrooms on this, they attract fireflies."
"With it you can catch fireflies." I added with a smile.
Adele looked impressed, but didn't know what came to mind again, and her eyes darkened. She walked up and took the vase in her arms and looked down, not saying another word.
"Go on." I waved my hand at her, "Close the door to my room for me."
I need to think about what to do next.
Adele obediently turned around and looked like she was going out.
Her movement relaxed me a little. Now at this time I had very mixed feelings and didn't really want to say anything more to her on anything. I thought that maybe I would get angry if she had to stay and talk about any problems about Aaron.
But the good thing is that she really knows how to behave and doesn't make things difficult for others on anything.
I looked at her back and it was clear that she was the one who wanted me to leave before, but she looked even more upset than I was.
I started thinking about what I should do next, whether to go straight to Aaron and say I can't stay any longer, or to find the right time to disappear. Should I do something more before leaving, like a map of the Gentoo wolf pack, a list ......
"Wait a minute."
Adele suddenly turned back to me.
I looked at her, "What's wrong?"
She looked at me and bit her own lip and said in a small voice, "Are you leaving now?"
"No." I sighed, "Didn't I say I wasn't leaving now for a while?"
"Oh." She stopped still and seemed to be thinking about something.
I waited patiently.
"This is for you." After a while, she seemed to have finally decided and took a few steps forward, handing me a piece of paper.
I took it, it was a painting.
It was the one she had painted for a long time before, the library attic, with the three of us on it, and today I just helped her with the last bit of color.
Probably tears dripped on it when she cried before, and the green at the edge had haloed away, looking like a cloud.
"For me?" I was a little surprised, "But you took so long to paint it, I thought you would hang it on the wall."
"I was planning to do that." She answered me, "I thought we would be together."
I understood what she meant and felt my nose sink a little, "I'll keep it." I said, "If we ever get to see each other again, you'll see it."
But maybe that day will never come.
When we meet again in the future, your brother and I, and you, and the Gentoo wolves, may become enemies.
Adele left, clutching her vase, and I was left alone in the house again. Misty didn't speak either.
For the first time, such silence made me feel uncomfortable.
"Misty? Misty." I tried to call out to my wolf.
She quickly appeared, "What's wrong?"
"Say something." I said, "Anything, just say something."
Anyway don't leave me alone, I don't want to think about anything right now.
"Okay, let me think." Her voice sounded a little flustered, "Do you want to go out for a walk?"
"I don't want to." I quickly rejected her, "I don't want to do anything right now."
"Then you." Misty desperately tried to find something to say, "Are you going to write to Kate? You haven't written to her since that last time, I'm sure she's worried."
The offer really made me think for a moment and forget about this bunch of annoying things for a while, but only for a while.
"Did you forget that we're going back soon? There's no point in writing now, we'll be seeing each other soon anyway." My voice sounded listless.
"It's better to write." Misty persuaded stubbornly, "Of course you know you're going back soon, but she doesn't know. She hasn't been able to hear even a bit about you all this time, and now she's probably anxious enough to run right over and see."
That's quite possible.
And she had absolutely no idea what was going on over here, maybe the only thing she knew was that the Blue Mountain wolves had attacked Xuan Yue?
That wasn't exactly good news.
"I'll go now." I stood up and subconsciously wanted to go out the door, but halfway there I suddenly remembered that Aaron rarely stayed in the office anymore. Besides, now I don't have to watch him do anything anymore.
Just write here, I said to myself in my mind. Just think of that place as a fond memory that will remain in your heart.
But then my eyes fell on the painting of Adele on the table.
"Let's go there." That's when Misty suddenly said, "Just think of it as a goodbye, it's really beautiful there isn't it?"
So I once again walked across the once familiar path and ascended the fire escape stairs, still meeting no one along the way.
These days, the people of the Blue Moon Pack seemed to be very busy. Even the training ground, which was always crowded, was empty, and I was surprised to see Mike when I went there.
I was surprised, because he was usually on guard duty at that time, so he wouldn't be in the training ground. But he was really inside, practicing boxing seriously.
I was told later that he was no longer needed at the guard post because he had offended the honored guest.
Yes, it was the honored guest.
I can't imagine Mike would be replaced because of this kind of thing.
In fact, to be precise, I can't imagine at all that Aaron would replace his long-trusted partner and clan member because of anything other than dereliction of duty, which makes me feel strange and more ironic and sad at the same time.
Now, I was finally able to truly appreciate Aaron's attitude towards him as a former MATE.
He may not have really let go of each other at all, as he said, and it's not just because of hatred.
I also finally realized that he was more than just a task object to me.
Yes, I did have a crush on him.
In the calmness of our relationship after the injury, I gradually recognized the charm and merits of this man, and at the same time his special care for me also led me to some misunderstandings.
It was this misunderstanding that made me think that he and I might have some good times and memories in addition to the thin undercover mission.
But it all ended in such a hurry.
I couldn't help but ask myself if things would have been different if that Deborah hadn't chosen this time to come to the Genghis Khan pack. Wouldn't there be more possibilities for me and Aaron, and for the Genghis Khan pack, that I hadn't even thought about, other than the original ones?
But everything that was happening before my eyes now told me that it was impossible.
Maybe even without Deborah's presence, if we continue to get along like this, I will soon find out that he is nothing like what I thought he was saying.
Perhaps he will also quietly miss his relationship that has passed.
The actual fact is that I am probably only a little bit of an episode for him, touched or once moved, but it was all a misunderstanding.
He will still choose the one he remembers, so what's the need for me to continue this ridiculous ambiguity and turn myself into a joke?
Thinking like this, I pushed open the small door of the attic.
The door is already a bit rotten, when opened will make a somewhat harsh creaking sound, along with this sound I saw the sun shining through the dust on the table in front of me, where a person is sitting.
Silver hair, a well-defined side face, black clothes.
It was Aaron.
How could he be in this place at this time of day?
I approached slowly with the doubt in my mind and watched as he turned his head toward me.
"There you are." I didn't know what to say and hesitantly closed my mouth.
He looked at me with a somewhat warm and shy smile like before, "Why are you so late?"
"What?"
I was taken aback by his words and couldn't help but take a step back and frown at him, "What do you mean?"
"Nothing." He scratched the back of his head, that looked really silly, "I just wanted to say that I've been waiting for you here."
"Waiting for me." I sighed inwardly, "Did you have something to do?"
"No." He answered dryly and even looked at me as if he was a little confused as to why I was asking him that.
I saw him tell me with his eyes, "Isn't it a normal thing for me to wait here for you?"
Sure, it was pretty normal until that honored guest came.
But now, it's not normal.
He turned and pulled out the chair at the table for me, "I've noticed that you don't seem to come here much these days."
"Really?" I asked back in a vague manner, "And how do you know that?"
This time he did not answer me immediately as usual, but just sat opposite me in silence, watching me scribble on the letterhead.
I was actually very nervous, although I knew he couldn't have peeked at what I had written on the paper, but I couldn't help but write only two or three sentences when I put pen to paper.
If I didn't write anything, it seemed like I would make myself look a little vain.
But he didn't seem to notice this at all. When I finished writing this short letter, I saw him sitting on a chair scratching his hair on the back of his head, looking like he was bored but had something to do so he couldn't leave right away.
"I have to go now, see you some other time." I stood up and said, "Have a nice afternoon."
But he seemed surprised.
"Have you finished writing your letter?"
He asked me, "Is there nothing else to do?"
"You mean?" I didn't understand what he meant.
"Like sit for a while longer or something." He flashed me a smile, "It's really comfortable here, isn't it?"
"Sure."
I hesitantly sat down, and then saw something pushed over.
It was a rectangular object wrapped in kraft paper, and I couldn't tell what it was.
"I did notice you were looking for this earlier." He cleared his throat and said, "So I asked someone to get it."
After tearing open the package I saw a thick copy of the complete works of Shakespeare.
"Ah, please."
Honestly, for a few seconds my mind went blank and I stood still not knowing what I was supposed to do. But he was still sitting across from me, snapping his fingers, his eyes full of anticipation.
"But it's time for me to go."
Finally, I turned around and pulled the door open as fast as I could and went downstairs, not even daring to look back.