Our Symphonies | satosere

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"Numbingly irritable"

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The sun-drenched electric blue ocean emerged once we had crossed the bridge. Winds were a little stiff today, the waves reacted accordingly and sang a symphony of long daydreams and loveliest little angels - a tune that dissolved like a glazed of brown sugar in my ears, sweetening my sleepiness.

Alain pulled up the minivan in front of a rustic lodge with two gable roofs and red-brown wooden exterior. The beach was a good five minute walk away from where we had to get off, though just visible, I still caught the faint traces of baby yellow sand underneath shoe soles whilst slipping outdoors. Salt air and upbeat sunshine were ready to greet me, and I shut the door close as bubbling excitement caused my lips to turn upwards.

While Drew and Alain extracted the luggage and foldable furniture from the trunk, Miette followed Ash out of the open car doors.

I stretched my limbs like a feline and yawned an enormous 'O', and as my migrating gaze landed on them again, something snapped within my chest - obviously inaudible - but to me it sounded like a dropped champagne glass, like nails on a chalkboard. Numbingly irritable.

Ash was inching his right hand for May to grab, both her arms were booked for Milk and her Boho bag, and she appeared severely tired out from expressions: eyes droopier and skin whiter. Perhaps there's a reason why people don't bring their pets while travelling (though I don't think I'll be adopting one for myself anytime soon).

I wasn't quite sure why did them holding hands pinched at the strings of my heart - heck, there weren't any stings in the first place: just a heterogeneous mixture of oxygenated and deoxygenated blood, and cardiac muscles.

Why did the innocent grin on his face caused my smile to turn upside down when I learnt that it wasn't for me this time, but for her?

The spiralling thoughts left an unwashable coffee stain in the back of my head - and I need to rinse it off, need to snap myself back from the whatever that had instilled this in me - This tiny seed of green emotionalness.

"M'kay," Miette barked out once all of us were standing in a line with our bags like orphans. Technically I am parentless, but like, it was our own decision to make - not forced or anything. "Before we enter the lodge, I just wanna let you all know that there are a total of five rooms to sleep in: three singles and two kings. Alain and I would be sharing one of the king sized, so -"

"I'll take the other one," I was surprised to know that Drew said it just when I did, and with an eyeroll, I repeated myself: And he copied me yet again, not giving in an inch. "I'll take it."

There wasn't anything wrong with keeping the regular room, I was just being a kid here. But who wouldn't prefer a double-sized bed for themselves when there's an opportunity to get one? Additionally, I had this childhood habit of rolling in my sleep, and Lillie had to seal the rim of my bed with about four bolster pillows before tucking me for the night. I didn't want anyone jumping awake to the demonic sound of me hitting the bedroom floor, so there's that.

A smirk spread across May's worn-out features, her cheeks were pinker now, probably because of the merry sunlight, and she elbowed Drew while he frowned in return. "Why don't you two share the room, huh?"