Chrysolite

Onyx wasn't herself when she was made queen. Her heart ached and ached, it had no peace. The former queen, her mother, Coral Marble had no choice but to let her go to the one she loved. This time, no one went with her to the human world.

Onyx felt all confidence and boldness drained from her. She relocated to a cave beside the sea, the place where one of her comrades had come to stay at one time.

Every night, she would go to Marcus's window and watch him. Well, she just couldn't muster up the boldness to reach out to him. She had broken his heart, would he ever forgive her?

But not doing anything about it was worse still!

As the days crawled by, she watched the wedding of her human friend from afar, and wished to that that was her wedding.

Why? Wasn't it Marcus she wanted?

One night, she sat on a rock as the waves crashed against it. A light shone and she recognized her mother walking towards her.

"Mother!" Onyx cried out.

"Onyx, my daughter." Her mother called softly. They both reached out and embraced.

"Why are you wasting your time? You've got what you've always wanted. Now, you want to lose it all?" Her mother asked her.

Tears nearly broke out from Onyx's eyes. Her lovely white hair shone in the darkness. "I'm so sorry mother. I believe he's seeing someone."

Coral Marble sighed. She was far more fairer than Onyx. Her blue hair occasionally switches to blonde depending on the wind that blew.

Her white skin to brown-tanned skin, her Iris were fiercely blue, and a bright green dress covered her nakedness.

"And how would you know that Onyx?" She asked, then put in, "I have done my duties as a queen. Now, as a mother, I want you to go after your heart. Be bold and avoid being a coward. Being a coward wouldn't benefit you in any way."

Tears fell from Onyx's eyes, her mother truly wasn't against her being with a human after all. I love you, Mum. I truly do." Onyx hugged her mother again.

"See to it and be happy. I want you to be happy." Coral Marble said.

That night, Marcus was watching football while he was drinking a malt can. His doorbell rang and he grudgingly stood up, mustering a curse for the disturbance. Daniel and Beryl, his friends who recently got married were away on their honeymoon.

Who could it be? Could it be the director of his fashion Industry?

No, no way. It was almost midnight and he had no idea who was at the door.

He opened the door and looked sideways but he saw no one. He was bemused which slowly turned to anger, who was that child at this time of the hour? He shut the door and made a U turn back to his armchair.

The doorbell rang again.

He held his breath. He will deal with whoever was toying with him. He had no time for pranks, gone were those days. He turned again and opened the door. There, in the moonlight, Onyx stood amazingly.

Her white blonde hair had streaks of red in it. Her eyes were closed and the sweet smell of chrysologus hovered around her.

Marcus was startled, dazed which slowly again boiled to anger. He wanted to slam the door against her face. Was she trying to torment him?

Last night, he had seen a face like hers lingering against his window watching him. When he had blinked back his eyes, she was gone into the night. He had kept his hands off any white blonde ladies when Onyx had left him. Her face had continued to haunt him. He saw her everywhere.

She was in his dreams, in his head, in the streets, everywhere he went, he saw her. She was indeed tormenting him. Seeing her standing under the moonlight, with her eyes closed, dressed in a tortoise dress.

Yet, surprisingly, he felt an urge to reach out for her and touch her but he stopped himself almost immediately. He waited patiently for her to open her eyes.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Marcus standing before her with a placid look.

Was he angry? Was he excited to see her? She couldn't tell.

He was wearing a white polo shirt which hugged closely to his fitted body. He must have been to the gym a lot, his muscles were all bulging out. He wore pale grey shorts which exposed his awesome legs......

"I believe you should be saying something." He said, interrupting her thoughts, waiting for her eyes to drive back to his face.

Her eyes returned to his face, and biting her lower lip, she began to play with her fingers.

"Em...yes...emm.. what I want to say .....is ...em....," She was certainly out of words.

Was Marcus acting like he didn't know her?

Marcus began to close his door.

No, no, no, this wasn't happening! Her mind exploded at once.

"Marcus! Marcus!! Please stop! Listen to me!" She yelled out to him.

Marcus did stop, waiting again. "I do have something to say," Onyx said but she found it hard to breathe.

Whatever she was going to say was pointless anyway. See the way Marcus was acting like he barely knew her. Earlier on, she thought she would just run into his arms and they would kiss and reconcile. She must have been so foolish. She didn't even use her powers to visualize what was in the future.

"I....came back. I came back, Marcus." She breathed.

"You did." He said as a matter of fact.

He was mocking her, Onyx thought. See the way his eyes looked on her. His body language!

"You came back? Can you hear yourself Onyx?" He had to ask.

Yes, he knew he was mad at her. She never said goodbye anyway so, she deserve every bitter reaction from him.

"I'm so sorry Marcus. I truly am. But I came back, I came back for you my love."

"You think running off like that and coming back into my arms deserves what? Oh, or should I applaud you instead?" He scoffed angrily.

"I'm sorry Marcus...," She pleaded.

He noticed that he avoided calling her name. She tried to reach out to him but he pushed himself backward and showed her one of his hands. When she saw it, she felt slapped across her face. Her throat suddenly felt so dry that she needed water.

"Oh." She fought herself desperately not to cry. The proof was there, he was wearing it. Her heart seems to be tearing into shreds. She faked a smile as she turned back the way she came without ever looking back.

"Onyx," Marcus called out softly. It tore his heart that he had to hurt her this way. It felt unreal, like a dream, yes. He raced after her but he didn't see her again. He raced up to his room and was searching for something. He probably didn't know what he was looking for.

What has he done? The ring was only meant to keep other women away, not Onyx!

His mind was already in shambles. He slowly was going insane. He reached for his Samsung phone and was dialing a number. He shouldn't be calling Daniel but he felt he had no choice.

"Hello." Daniel's voice boomed in.

"Thank goodness! I need to speak with you." Marcus said.

"What's up, buddy? You know I shouldn't even be with my phone on my honeymoon." Daniel put in.

"I know that Dan. But, I just need to talk to you."

"What's up?" Daniel repeated.

"It's Onyx, she's back." Marcus replied him.

"Onyx? Are you sure of what you're saying? It's almost a year now. Marcus, you seriously need to forget about Onyx for crying out loud." Daniel told him.

"I'm sure of what I'm saying. She came, she came to me."

"What!!!" Beryl shrieked over at the other line. She had only sneaked in to check on her husband, surprised he was with his phone!