Novel & Cerita It's Just An Empty Cup

This has all been for nothing. “Please, they stole my son. I need to find them.” She collects six wooden cups and dips them into the green liquid. It’s so luminous that I can’t imagine it’s anything but toxic. She hands me one, and it has a sweet aroma that almost makes me want to drink.

The cup isn’t that small. “The string- where is it-” Mykhol frowns as I move away. He plucked the string to give it a good sound. “Stop that.” I snap, and Mykhol freezes. “Ana?” Mykhol is in shock that I would raise my voice to him. “Don’t touch it.” I move the cup to my mouth and take a deep breath. My stomach is clenching as I try to steady myself. I hope this works. I think. I have never used one before, but I understand the concept. Just speak into the cup, and the other end should hear me. So I will give it a try.

He signed: "The cup of tea." She: "Yes." He: "It's the decaffeinated one." She: "You can tell from a drawing?" He: "I can tell from the cup. You use a different cup for the decaffeinated." She looked at the drawing. He was right. The cup she had drawn was the wider, blue-rimmed one she had started using for the decaffeinated variety. She had drawn it without thinking. The hand had recorded something the mind had not consciously chosen.

“Alright, enough. What’s next?” Elena claps. “Tea party!” I freeze. “Tea what?” Megan’s eyes sparkle with evil amusement. “Oh, this is gonna be good.” Before I can protest, I find myself seated on a ridiculously tiny picnic blanket, knees nearly touching my chest, while Elena hands me a plastic teacup. “Drink,” she orders. I stare at the empty cup. “There’s nothing in it.” She gasps like I’ve committed a crime. “It’s pretend tea!”

I replied. I was ready to leave when I noticed the cup placed at a corner of his desk out of the corner of my eye. Pure titanium, lacquered, and the exact same design that I had picked for my online boyfriend. Thunderstruck, I froze on the spot. Seeing that I wasn't leaving, Neil looked up. "What?" I forced myself to stay calm and pointed at the cup. "That's quite a special cup. Where did you get it?" Neil nonchalantly mentioned the very same mall and grinned so broadly that his eyes creased like crescents. "What, you want one too?"

Maybe it was because of the strong pressure between my waist and the table's edge. Damn! How about this? The handle is broken. I need to figure out where to buy the same cup. Apparently, this cup will never be produced again in this world. Looks very old-fashioned and also expensive. I really panicked. I paced around the kitchen, occasionally glancing at the door and hoping no one saw me. *** HUNTER I couldn't help but grin in amusement when I read the reply message from Jonea. “What kind of reply is this? I sent her more than 20 messages, and she only answered briefly like this? She's really good at annoying me. Apparently, she forgot who Hunter Abraham was. I'll make her really remember me

The scenery strikes a warm feeling in my heart and I can't seem to take my eyes off them. "I mean...." I suck harder into the straw which supposedly is now making obvious noises to alert me that there's nothing left in the plastic cup to be sucked, but I don't mind, something tells me at the back of my head to shut up but I can't help myself from ranting, "I feel like I messed up. Like really bad, but I'm not sure what the mess up was to be precise, although I have a couple guesses." Now I'm squeezing in on the cup and sucking in on it until it's left void of shape. I take one disturbing glance at the object and fling it thankfully towards an available trash can by my right.

Ignoring the looks I was getting I walked over to the fridge and grabbed the jug of chocolate milk, now to find a cup. “ The cups are in the third cabinet to your right.” Hunter tells me “ thanks!” Opening the cabinet I grab a shiny blue cup that has a picture of a pizze on it that says stay cheesy. “ hey that's my cup!” Andrew pouts “ I don’t see your name on it?” I mocked “ Who would put their name on a cup?” “ someone who didn’t want other people using it.” I winked pouring the chocolate milk in the mug “ What are you doing Briella?” Erik asked

Alexander I brought my coffee cup to my lips, sipping mindlessly while continuing to stare forward at the computer screen. The surprise of the cup being empty snapped me out of my state of hyper-focus. I set the empty mug down on the desk and glanced at the time. It was almost five a.m.

Something that lived deeper. “Sit down,” he said. I sat on the couch. Not the far end. The middle. Close enough that the lamp held us both. He reached forward. Two cups on the table. Already there. Already the right temperature. He had known. He handed me mine. I looked at it. White. Very plain. I looked at him. “She said a plain cup did not distract from the thinking,” he said quietly. “You have finished the hardest thinking. You should have the right cup.”