˗ˏˋChoosing The Villainess As My Mother ࿐ྂ
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Althea Melody (POV)
" I beg your pardon?" He says, while staring directly at my eyes.
"And did you just call me a donkey?" He asked, staring at me.
"Who do you think you're calling a donkey? Do I look like one to you?" He questioned, floating just inches away.
"No?" I replied, looking at him.
(Those blue eyes... but he's not the one.)
(He's not the person I've been searching for.)
(He's not the guy I'm after, but he does have blue eyes.)
"Hmm... did you make this flying thing?" He pointed at the kite with his finger.
"What? It's a 'kite.' Haven't you ever seen one before? They've been around for like... a hundred years," I said, raising my eyebrows.
"Wait, hang on..." He said, gazing at me for a moment.
"What? ｡◕‿◕｡" I replied.
"How old are you?" He asked.
(I don't even know.)
"Um... six?" I said, smiling.
"Six. *stares at me*," he repeated.
"Are you sure?" he questioned, as I met his gaze and nodded.
"You look four or five though, and you're so tiny," he remarked, causing my eyebrows to furrow.
"What do you expect from a child, then? I'm supposed to be tiny because I'm still a baby," I retorted, and he smirked at me.
"A baby? You're not an infant though. A baby can't stand on its two legs, a baby can't even talk back yet. Let's just say you're not a baby anymore," he replied.
"Goo goo gaga," I mocked, and he fell silent.
"Nice try, little beast," he said, causing me to cross my arms.
"Who are you to call me a beast?! I'm not a beast!" I protested, pointing my index finger at him.
"You called me a donkey. It's only fair to call you a beast," he reasoned, and I fell silent. I couldn't argue with him; I had called him a donkey.
"Why so quiet? Cat got your tongue?" he teased, as I just stared at him.
"I'm not talking to you anymore. You do look like a flying donkey," I declared, turning away from him. Suddenly, I felt myself floating in the air.
"Ah, gravity!" I exclaimed.
(Wait, hold on. I have a fear of flying.)
(Agh... I'm feeling nauseous.)
(I feel like I'm moving but standing still.)
(Sh*t, this feeling makes me sick.)
"W-Wait... please hold me. I'm scared of heights or just flying," I pleaded, but he just smiled at me.
"No," he said, and before I knew it, he was dragging me up into the sky, and I could even see the whole villa below.
(Ah, sh*t. I have a fear of flying. It's called aviophobia or aerophobia.)
(I'm feeling nauseous again…)
"W-Wait, please put me down if you're not planning to hold me," I pleaded, trying my best to keep from vomiting.
"Oh, come on, you're no fun at all, little beast," he teased, smiling at me.
"Look at your surroundings. This is a great view. You can see everything from way up here," he said, gesturing around us. I tried to look around, but I ended up focusing on the ground below.
(Ah, I can't... At this rate, I'm really gonna vomit.)
"W-We're way too far from the ground!" I exclaimed, but he just chuckled.
"It's alright, it's fun up here," he insisted, but I shook my head vigorously. Being so far from the ground made me feel sick.
(Ah, my head hurts, my legs are trembling.)
"P-Please put me down now. I-I can't... I get scared when my feet can't touch the ground," I pleaded, but he didn't listen to me at all!
(Ah... m-mommy.)
"Do you want to go sightseeing, little beast? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," he suggested, smiling at me.
"And I don't really do this a lot, to be precise... it's my first time asking someone to come along with me. Wanna go sightseeing?" he asked, still smiling.
"N-No, I don't wan... ah, the chills," I said, covering my mouth to stop myself from vomiting.
"Are you... alright? You look so pale," he said, I glanced at him and he looked concerned.
(I'm not okay!)
"Ah... I w-wanna get down, please," I said, feeling the urge to vomit overpowering me.
"Ah... hold on," he said, taking my hand, and suddenly we were back on the ground. I started vomiting.
"Uh... l-let me call someone for help. Stay right there," he said before disappearing from my sight.
As I lay on the ground, I vomited all the food I had eaten that morning.
(Ah... I feel like crying from vomiting.)
After the vomiting stopped, I looked up at the sky and remembered I had been flying just a moment ago...and with just thought again, I vomited.
(Even in this moment, I still have a fear of heights/flying and the sensation of my feet not touching the ground.)
(And I'm still feeling nauseous about it.)
I continue to vomit every time the memory of flying comes back, the chills and anxiety hitting me like a wave.
"Blurrrghh..."
(If I keep vomiting like this, my throat will hurt.)
(I'm not a doctor but...)
"Blurrrghhh..."
"I-I'm not going to fly anymore," I whispered to myself.
(Seems like I can't be a pilot when I grow up.)
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Choosing The Villainess As My Mother
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