Dance of Affliction (GxG)

Time For Answers 1/2

»»-------¤-------««Estelle's Pov»»-------¤-------««

I wake to the rays of sunshine that peek through my curtains, a groan slipping from my lips as I roll to my side with closed eyes. My hand reaches out to the other side of the bed, only to be met with emptiness.

Huh?

I rub my eyes and glance around, only to find that Fedorov has disappeared. It's almost as if she simply vanished into thin air.

Are you kidding me!?

I sigh deeply in disappointment. I had thought we had made progress last night. But apparently not. I should've known better, she didn't mean all those things she said last night. But yet, a part of me still believes her.

"Well then," I say to myself, my voice wavering. "Besides my confidence taking a hit, let's just get out of bed." I stare into the mirror across from my bed, atop the drawer. I take a deep breath and steel myself for the day ahead. I'm rummaging around in my closet for something comfortable to wear, deciding on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. As I try to wriggle into it, I end up hopping around on one foot trying to stuff my socks on at the same time. My balance is off, but I manage to make it into the living room without tumbling over.

There we go, dressed.

I smirk at my little victory and waddle towards my kitchen when I notice the balcony open.

Huh? I didn't open that, did I?

I furrow my brow as I approach the balcony, scanning it for any signs of irregularities. My eyes land on some stubbed out cigarettes and I scoff in disgust.

Oh, so she had plenty of time to smoke but not to wake me up and tell me she was leaving?

Annoyance boils in my stomach and I close the balcony shutting the curtains immediately.

"If she has the nerve to call me today," I tell myself, "I'll just pretend I don't hear or see it." I mumble to myself as I take a seat at my kitchen table. My gaze shifts to the side of the table across me, and memories come flooding back from last night.

Stop Estelle, you're only making this harder for yourself.

My attention snaps away from my thoughts as my phone buzzes, a text coming from Micha.

"Hey Estella, Good morning! My partner at Neon Mortis told me you were a big help. Thank you again for helping him out."

I smile at the text and reply; "Of course Micha, I genuinely enjoyed serving there. See you tonight." I heave a sigh, and put my phone down. My feet feel like heavy weights on the creaky wooden floor as I drag them over to the fridge. With a groan, I open the door, and peer inside hoping to find something I want to eat. Most of the food I see is fresh fruits, along with some leftover pizza and mac & cheese that I've been relying on as comfort food for months. I grab the mac & cheese and reheat it before settling down at the table again.

Bless, comfort food.

I smile and take a bite, but the disappointment is palpable.

"Oh come on!" I sigh, annoyed. It appears my monthly comfort food of mac & cheese has lost its appeal and I can't even bring myself to look at it.

Perfect just perfect, why don't I just jump off my balcony instead. Since everyone and everything is against me today.

I sigh deeply in defeat as I throw the mac & cheese into the bin. 

"It's the morning, the day just started." I remind myself. Let's pray that Fedorov doesn't turn up tonight at the Pink Rose. Her face is the last thing I want to witness today. She better have a damn good excuse for 'one night standing' me. Especially after we had dinner together, she kind of confessed and we shared something.. different than the other times we slept together. I know they usually tell me to "be the bigger person," but I'm not made that way. No matter how hard I try, something inside stops me from backing down, and I just can't ignore it. If she dares show up tonight, she'll be hit from the front.