SERAPHINE POVShe paused before responding. “He said he needed to talk to someone. He sounded confused.” I slowly asked, “Confused about what?” Sitting straighter, I tried to brace myself to receive whatever was coming.As if on repeat, “he told me he’s losing interest,” Veronica remarked. My breath was captive to my chest as the ground tried climbing underneath my feet, all semblances of losing my reality. The feeling I had, slipped away like a delicate sensation.Hoping against hope, I turned my gaze to Veronica, wishing that she would burst out with laughter and say it was some crude joke. A part of me wanted to believe that Kael was trying to plan some elaborate surprise and panic acted as the plot twist. But she didn’t, and my hopes crumbled to dust. “W-what?” I fired from the hip. “He said that to you?”As me and her started Veronica, still preoccupied with her hands, fixed her sight onto the floor and meekly nodded. “I didn’t know if I should tell you, but I can't keep
SERAPHINE POVI couldn’t sleep. The house was unsettling in a way, every creak of the floorboards as well as every gentle herb-filled breeze seemed to whisper a desperate wail. The even faintest sound was as good as a shout. Rollovering the bedsheets exactly the same way I did the hundred times before attempting to sleep, I found my pillow which was similar to a head-cocoon, whispering, pillow, clutched, pillow. I, by mistake, heard the birthday gift of my sister carefully planned, even from the details like the gentle fluffy brush. I heard the gentle brush, I knew a plaster would work to shield my finest tale. That was ears day. I would be meeting the same person haha cared before for exactly the same gift to honor my sister. I slowly shut my eyes as I whispered. The sheer curtains of my sister which brushed against my ears, I said, I was no joke who's kid. Definitely, I knew for a vin. Smiles could describe my sister and for a day, simple healing. “Definitely the inn
VERONICA POV Once all the dishes were done, Seraphine wasted no time bringing out the rice and stew, a dish she made which filled all the corners of the room with a tantalizing aroma, a spiced rice and creamy stew. We sat on the floor and I joined the munching, a mix of soft hums of the evening music, tiny gabs and my favorite piece of cutlery jingles floated around the room.“Vero, I haven’t laughed like this in weeks.” Seraphine pieced together between the many bites she was taking in.With a smile on my face, I replied to save the napkin and my hands, “That’s what sisters are for.” And like many other sisters, we laughed letting go of burdens of life and the academy. The best part was the fog which once wrapped around her tightly was finally beginning to lift.With two swapped bowls in the middle Italian style, all around a hearty feast had been served. “I’m so full, I might just sleep right here.” She leaned back her arms like a king on a throne and dressed like a civil her hand
“It’s not just the necklace.” By her shoulder, I gripped to the “elbow” areas of her arms. I did not budge. While physically her weight felt heavy, I sat still. I was bewildered. I held my breath. I knew I was on tough waters. “What is it?”She exhaled slowly, and just enough so that she could make fleeting eye contact with me, and said, “It's... Elara.”That was a name I knew. Having arrived and settled in my brain, that name spread through my mind like a stain—a dark and agonizing stain.“Elara,” I said and blinked in disbelief. “What about her?”With a pained expression, so distressed that she had to blink to herself to muster the strength to persist, Seraphine decided to stand and start pacing, her arms wrapped about herself in an image of self comfort or self imprisonment. “None of this is acceptable,” she mumbled, exasperated to the world in general. “None of this is how it's supposed to be.”“Seraphine, you are seriously pushing me into a corner with this story. I am start
VERONICA POV “She never skips class,” I added, softer now. “Especially not Chemistry. And she was acting weird yesterday.”“What kind of weird?” he asked immediately.“I don’t know what you mean, Veronica,” Kael said without even looking me in the eye.The dismissiveness in his voice cut deeper than I expected.“You don’t know?” I echoed, stepping closer. “She’s your Luna. She’s missing class. “She’s not answering her phone. Don’t you think that’s a little strange?” I said.He loosen the tight strap on his shoulder’s bag like a bird, ready to fly, he twisted himself to take off. Running as he so wishes to in my eyes. Stunned, I blinked. “That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say?”“Veronica, please,” he said, all too willing to walk off with the guys. “I want you to come back. I mean, I’ll talk to you later. I’m kinda busy right now.”“Kael!” I called, my voice sharp. “It’s your Luna we’re talking about here!”With the burst of laughter, the boyish squeals, the wind-gust percussio
VERONICA POVThe blaring sound of my alarm lifted my slumber and hit my sleep like a bus. Slowly stretching my body while yawning, a reminder of breakfast my sleep woke my brain. Still half blind, my brain semi-fogged my recall focus on the events which occurred the previous day. Seraphina’s words in my head like a chant.“I’m going to make this life a living hell for you…”I climbed out of bed and half carried myself into the bathroom, snagging my toothbrush and absentmindedly brushing my teeth.“I’m going to make this life a living hell for you…”I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, and shuffled into the shower. Splashing the sleep out of my eyes, I quickly dried and then half heartedly dressed. The The Moonridge uniform was the same, a crisp white button up shirt and a skirt which was pleated and brushed my knees. I secured my hair in a simple ponytail as I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. With my hair still tied, I left the dorm. The moment I entered my C