Faceless Instincts

Dark Roses

"Will," Xavier called the man, "good you came in, please tell your mother to tidy up and get room 3 ready for the lady?"
The man glimpsed at me and then nodded towards his father.

Within an hour the man - 'will' if I may - walked in and made his way towards me, "here" he said when he was within the earshot, and then pointed towards my luggage "is this yours?"

I mean, I was the only person sitting in there and his father did mention to get the room ready for me, also my luggage was almost under my table but not mentioning any of this, I nodded, "yes, that's mine"

"Cool," he said and picked up the bag, "come with me", I followed him out of the Tea Room and then towards the back where four independent rooms sat enclosed entirely by the bushes of roses and other flowers, protected by the snow as a transparent fibre sheet shielded them from overhead. The sweet florescent smell swirled in the air and I heard the laughter of some children from one of the rooms as we passed by it.

Upon entering the room I realised how sluggish my home was even with more colours and furniture as compared to this. The walls were painted in fog grey with tiny rich red roses on silver vines bordering the ceiling. Furniture included a bed, a dresser and a table with a chair, all in natural white painted woods. I noticed a window not too big but enough to let the wind wake you up in the morning, I walked up to it and swept aside the curtains and was immediately greeted by the magnificent view of a well-manicured garden dominated by roses of multiple colours. I could see other rooms and a house that I presumed to be of the owners.

My recollection flashed backed to Dorian's garden that was so brightly and heavily enriched with deep red roses. "Does everyone in this town loves roses?" I asked.

He looked up at me as he was setting fresh blankets and pillows on the bed, "kind of" his eyes trailed towards the garden, "the quality of roses is the best here, also we have a vast variety to export"

I nodded, "that explains"

He furrowed his brows in confusion but didn't ask anything, "well you are all set here" he said placing his hand on his waist.

"Thank you so much"

He smiled and nodded, "so how long are you planning to stay?"

I thought about how I was unsure of it, "well, at least a week right now, that is if my work gets done within the time frame."

He bobbed on his heels, "that's nice"

"Hope that won't be a problem"

He laughed, "not at all" he paused, "I mean someone or the other is going to live in this room, so it doesn't matter how long you stay, also it's not a big space so it's easy to manage." He paused again, "I mean it kind of guarantees good service."

I cocked my head to a side, "that's right, but I believe it can get tough at times"

"Not at all, my mother loves cooking, she never minds more people"

I chuckled, "she did seem like she enjoys hosting"

"You'll have to wait to see the real deal at the dinner" he swung his finger in the air, "which by the way will be served at seven"

"I'll be there"

He turned to go and I started to shut the door when his face popped again, "and" he said "if you want anything, just press two on the phone"

I smiled and nodded, with that I was left alone.

I closed the door and leaned against it. All at once the feeling and reality of being completely alone dawned on me. I sat right there on the floor with my head in my hands. I didn't know how I was going to do this. I had no idea what I was going to do.