Clearing The Mind

Chapter 9: Simulations

Rainpour down at the Alwood Residence.

All Rose Alwood could feel in the rain was how cold it was, as to how life would treat her after the accident.

Ethan went to tell Christian about the whole incident after several months. Even seeing his face right before he was to face the music, she felt guilty for him.

"You okay, kid?" A female voice echoed from a farther distance. Her accent was Russian and cold, just how Rose was able to recognize who that person was.

"Yulia? What are you doing here?" Rose called out. Sure, she felt lonely, but seeing someone in a room with her without her noticing is rather unsettling.

"Hmm, I came here to see my struggling junior. Anything else? Right, Damien?" By her call, another man walked towards her in the Alwood living room.

"Hi. Rose, right?" He asked her. Unlike Yulia, he wasn't from the same parts the others were at during their teenage years.

"In the very flesh." Rose smiled. If she had control over her arms she would open them in a Leonardo DiCaprio style, but alas, she couldn't.

"I heard from Ethan that he was going to check with Christian downtown. Since we were in the area, Ethan asked us to come over to make sure you weren't lonely." Yulia's voice still had that cold feel that Rose had known about since she came to her brother's parties when she was younger, but as Yulia grew more and more mature, the coldness was slowly covered by a feeling of warmth from the woman.

"Ah, he asked you to so? How nice." Both Yulia and Damien could feel the distaste in Rose's voice. As if she didn't want anyone to come except for her man? How romantic.

"How's your physio doing? You could mobilize yourself better now than the accident months ago, right?" Yulia asked her junior. Her junior not exactly by their tenures in high school intertwining, but more to the fact that she was always the older sister type towards the kid because of her friend Christian.

"It's doing fine, for someone who has been stuck in a wheelchair for 8 months." Accustomed to Yulia's fine-tailored sarcasm, Damien wasn't able to smell or spell out what Rose exactly meant.

"W-W-What do you mean, Rose?" Damien stuttered. "It seems that as if-"

"Damien, nothing looks as if what they really seem. Would I be able to hold my arm up and ask for you to send me another of your great passes again as you did when I was still a youth?" Rose looked miserable. "I really wish that I could, Damien." Her expression wasn't looking as a manner of not wanting her. She felt miserable for something. Something as if she was worried for something else.

She had no tear falling from her, she was that strong, they all knew that. For the girl to be called Ethan's wifey since that incident when they were teens, she was stronger than how they perceived, and she showed it.

"Have you ever wondered if what we would call the Benedictio dissimulato?" Yulia asked.

Rose rolled her eyes. "You had yourself rubbed off the Latin train by Julian, ey?" Yulia said nothing but gave her a soft smile.

"What else could I say?"

"A blessing in disguise, right?" Rose asked after interpreting that quote. "By now, I don't know, Yulia. I don't know anymore." 

(Our scene takes a small shift, over to a small cliff range near outside Miami.)

"Where are we right now, Ethan?" Christian looks at his brother. Ethan's face was dark. His aura was emanating something negative, negative to the fact that Christian hadn't seen this in his little brother before.

"Ethan. What is it that you didn't tell me? Is there still something wrong?" Both of them were standing near the end of the cliff, below wards were waves after waves of the gnashing seas. Say if one was to jump from an altitude from where they were at, shit was going to be worse.