A Story A Day. Story 142 of 365: Magic.

-What are you doing?-asked Taika, seeing her husband staring intently at a glass on the table.

-Shhh, don't disturb me.- Ilmari replied, after a minute of silence he announced cheerfully.- I did it! Did you see?

-What did you do?- replied her, patiently.

-I moved the glass with the power of my mind!

Taika sighed and sat next to him taking his right hand with both of hers. He had warm hands, he had always had, but before it was his hands the ones that calmed her down. She missed those times. She looked into the ice-blue eyes of her husband, the fire was almost all gone, but some part of him was still battling.

-No, you didn't.

Ilmari let out a sight of disappointment. He had become a child again.

-But,...

-It's okay, honey, it's okay.- she hugged him tight, tears piling on her eyes, she broke her embrace, and quickly stood up to avoid having her husband seeing her like that.

-I promise, I'll move the glass one day.- Ilmari said, oblivious of his wife's tears.

It had been a hard month for Taika, she knew Ilmari had taken the right decision, letting his magic go, and erasing any memory of it, but it had destroyed him in the process. Taika regretted having allowed him to do so, she'd rather live a dangerous life, than seeing Ilmari become a shade of himself. But there was no turning back.