Melany Fellington is a young girl who lives in poverty in a changed world. She doesn't have what others have the room to have, but family made what she has more than enough. During substandard times of oppression, an interference threatens her famil...
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(Thursday, September 13th)
In the time of now my palms are on the surface of the bathroom sink. My gaze is looking over the wound on my shoulder in the mirror. The tight stitches were removed by Ange just yesterday. There is a huge scab on my shoulder, and its healing well. In a while, the wound would look like it was never there. The wound is healing, but the heartache internally becomes more hard to bear.
I took this past week to rest, but in these days Eurella assigned another servant to make her meals in the morning permanently. I received notice from Ange that I wouldn't be needing to prepare her breakfast anymore. I was frustrated that she didn't personally deliver the news to me herself because she knew how much she would hurt me, and she hurt me more than she can imagine.
Eurella didn't even take the time to blink to physically, and emotionally push our islands further apart. While my island drifts away from hers, my throbbing heart weakens without its other half. My heart only continues to reach for her own that becomes more out of my reach the less that I see her in the days that pass, the days that has turned into an entire week that I have not seen her, and my heart missed her in such strong degrees that it hurts.
Even if I wasn't physically capable of preparing her meals in the morning, she could've assigned a servant to temporarily cook them, but when she was in my bedroom last week, I felt the resolve and determination that she radiated. In my mind I unconsciously knew that she would go this far to distance us when she left me to recover from my injury and rest in the comfort of my bed, and the moment that she left my room.
And today I would be resuming my tasks, but I wouldn't allow myself to be unfocused, so I lifted my head, and wrapped a thin bandage around my shoulder, then I put on my worker's outfit, and left my room.
From then on I did all of my tasks, avoiding the dining room, and kitchen. I'd clean the dining room when she was gone. It's too emotionally difficult to be in the same room as her when she won't speak to me.
While I continued with my general tasks, I had persisted with ignoring the ginger head following me along with her comments, but like always, I tried to not let my mind dwell on it. And soon it had begun to be a couple hours before evening, and I pretended to go back to my room to lose the ginger head, then I went to the dining room to clean it.
I turned the corner, and saw Eurella reading a book in her spot. She froze for a second and she immediately caught herself, and flipped the page. But she pretended that she wasn't aware of my presence at all while she continued reading.
A frown involuntarily started to overtake my face entirely, despite the rhythm of the muscle in my chest starting to beat rapidly from seeing her, but my emotions also made it constrict painfully as I started dusting the display cabinets.
