Tragedy ✔️

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty One: The Feeling Of Not Feeling Anything At All
Sophia Crawford

River and I were on good terms, surprisingly.

Since he took me to the hilltop, things have been kind of good between us. It was like the bad blood between us was never there.

It was like absolutely nothing happened between us, and I was grateful for that.

To be honest, I was walking on eggshells the entire time because even though things were good between the two of us, River can still snap and we’ll go back to square one again. I didn’t want to jinx it either because I was a few minutes away to go to his house to attempt to finish the essay that’s due this week.

The caterpillar has gone into his chrysalis stage last week already when I showed River the cage, and after that, things have gone fairly smoothly, we just had to write the essay and I couldn’t do it by myself. River needs to contribute to the assignment before Mr Ryan notices that I did everything all by myself.

The past few days, after River took me to the mountain, was good.

River sat by his usual bench at lunchtime, alone as always, eating an apple and writing and doodling in his notebook—not that I watched him closely—but he has never, not even once mentioned anything about that night, at the party. He hasn’t mentioned it to me and he hasn’t mentioned it to anyone else, either. He just moved on like that night never happened and I guess I was grateful for that.

He only talked to me on Monday once when the both of us decided that we should rather meet up at his house this weekend to write the essay about the caterpillar’s growth so far, and that was that—nothing has been said after that.

Today was Saturday and I was getting ready to go to his house.

I was brushing through my brown hair with my hairbrush while looking at myself in the mirror when my grandmother leans against the doorframe with a smile on her face.

“You look beautiful.” She says, smiling even wider at me.

I turn around to face her even though I could see her clearly in the mirror. “You don’t think it’s too much?”

I wore a black turtleneck bodycon long-sleeved dress that covered the purple scar I had on my upper thigh and knee, and finished the outfit off with a blue denim jacket and a pair of black and white skate shoes. The weather has been getting colder and colder by the week, so I had to wear something a little warm.

“Of course not! I think you look absolutely lovely, honey.”

“Thank you, Grandma.” I return the smile.