Sapphire Blue [The Grim Reaper Chronicles, #1] (Editing)

Chapter Six

After the blissful dinner in the dinning room, everyone checked back into their respective rooms to prepare for bed. It had been a fun-filled day. A day of relaxation and junketing. Some of them had rallied round the town for some exposure, ideologically observing the well-being of their beautiful town. Torn between leisure and experiencing, it'd been hard to elect one. Tousled hairs and sweats at the tug of war game, popeyed eyes at sightseeing, and many other activities their brains kept no record of. The break had been too sweetly spent, and instructions came that they retired to bed early. Tommorow, they kicked back into their usual lifestyle.

They wished it hadn't ended so quickly. Abrupt, as it seemed.

Samantha prepared the bed while Veronica stuck with a new book, ensuring no speck of dust or lint took possession. Although, they weren't drawn up to catch their normal early sleep, but to stay up and discuss what they had agreed on, howbeit, they both took the initiative and blended in like they were ready to have a kip. Ever since Veronica had intuited the night chat with Samantha could turn out bubbling, a streak of interesting conversation, she had been overly enthusiastic about it. She found solicitude in night chats, since she liked to blether about irrelevant things. Unluckily, she was friends with someone who didn't babble ample, so she had brace herself to go to bed each night with her interesting hot gists dying in her stomach. If samantha didn't listen, she wasn't going to tell them to anyone else. It was the friendship style she had accommodated. Samantha, or nobody.

Curled up into a ball on the only grey leather sofa in the room with her how to approach a hot boy romance book in hand, she picked out a major information of Samantha still fumbling with the bedsheets. A mocking grin crept on her face. She wasn't surprised to see her friend's beautiful face etched into a small frown. The young hottie seemed to be down with an obsessive compulsive disorder. She apparently wasn't satisfied by the way the bed had turned out. Rough. Everything had to be sparkling clean and neatly done before she could breath a sigh of relief. If she'd chosen to make the bed, the frown could have been hers. Samantha would shake her head repeatedly with her hands tucked on her waist, pointing out the places with default. Thanks to her for taking up the task herself, else, hell could have broken loose.

"Need some help?" Natasha asked, tilting her head from the Martha and Amanda, and their small chat about the day's outing. She didn't fail to notice the foul look on Samantha's face. "Judging by your frustrated look, I kinda think Mrs Alice's ugly face is drawn on the duvet. I'd change the sheets if I were you."

Samantha huffed, giving it up as Natasha had suggested. The sheets were made out of silk, she noticed. They didn't stay on bed as one would want it. She tore the sheets away from the bed and got another cotton fabric from the closet. "She gave us a break today. I'd be happy to see her face, thank her, maybe."

The new bedspread complied with the movements of her hands, and the edges landed at the right places immediately she flared it in mid air. Samantha smiled at her victory, her frustration diminishing. Sinking into bed, she made a mental note that she needed to do the laundry the next day. This was the only surviving bedsheet.

"Her face isn't something to long for, yunno. Let's refrain from being sentimental, she's not good-looking. She's got this granny wrinkles and a villain smile. You're probably being sarcastic, I get it."

She wished she was only being sarcastic, but she wasn't. Albeit the day had been unyielding on her decrepit psyche, she had managed to secure a peaceful nap after her third shower. There had been no incognito men hiding behind dark masks, or familiar sensations of eidolons hovering over her. Her blonde had turned mane in one of numerous nightmares, the thickness and untidiness of the dense strands hanging on her shoulders in reminder of a shadowed existence. A life shadowed by unseen species. Her hazel eyes had always screamed of dullness in such instance - the brown layer enclosing the green and amber flecks with no excitement within. Only pain and emptiness. But today, they were replaced by saccharine illusions of her living her best life without disturbance, the colours vibrant - no phantoms and spectres lingering around for a moment longer.