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║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 02 - 21 - 2027 ║
║ Sunday║ (D - 5) Before the Commencement of Olympia's Cup║
Warning : R18+
As I ascend the creaky wooden staircase, my heart pounds in my chest. I clutch the velvet rose and folded note tightly, afraid to let go for fear they will disappear. The hallway is dark and silent as I tiptoe upstairs my bedroom.
I creep up the stairs slowly yet eagerly, my anticipation growing as I approach the top floor. Though with every damn step, I pause, straining my ears for any indication I have roused someone, but all remains silent. As I had anticipated, my roommate, Serene remained lost in her own dreamland, perhaps.
Climbing the steps slowly, my footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. The old house creaks and groans around me, and the wooden stairs let out a squeak with every step. My palms feel sweaty as I grip the rose, its velvety petals soft against my skin. The note in my other hand crinkles slightly as I squeeze it, the words written there replaying in my mind.
The darkened hallway seems to stretch on forever as I tread carefully and quietly, avoiding any spots that might creak underfoot.
While I did, unconsciously, I reached the floor landing. Peering into the darkness that cloaks the hallway. I can just make out my bedroom door at the end, slightly ajar, a sliver of moonlight spilling out. I then draw ever closer, one foot in front of the other, moving with the grace of a panther stalking its prey.
When I reach my door, I take a pause once more, taking a steadying breath before pushing it opening slowly, and quietly. Grasping the cold metal and turning the brass doorknob, twisting it ever so gently, I winced as it releases with the faintest of clicks. Pushing the door open just enough to slip inside, I slide through the gap, pulling it shut behind me.
Taking a glance around it, no sound comes from within the room. It's empty, just as I left it.
The soft click of the latch sounds like the end of something as I close the door behind me. I lean my weary body against the solid wood for a brief moment, taking in a deep breath before I push myself forward again. My feet carry me the few steps across the small room to the bed, and I sit down heavily on the edge.
The pale rose and folded note rest in my hands, a sharp contrast to the heavy gray blanket beneath. I trace the edges of the paper with my finger, hesitating, both longing to read the words within once again. My eyes fix on the delicate rose, its dark color a reminder of something unknown to my system.
In the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains, I bring the rose to my nose and inhale its sickly sweet aroma, its soft petals caressing my cheek. The note attached to its stem, told me that Killian personally picked this flower himself but just couldn't muster the guts to give it to me.
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