MANIA

Part 14

Heaving a deep sigh, Y/N look at her reflection in the mirror, fingers grasping onto the edge of the counter for dear life.

Wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hand, she move to turn on the faucet in the next moment. She's sick and tired of crying; she has done enough in the past two weeks to last a lifetime, and honestly, if it were up to her, she wouldn’t shed another tear over this matter. She doesn’t deserve to be upset, nor do they deserve any more of her tears.

Testing the temperature of the water with her hands, Y/N decide it’s a decent warmth. Allowing the water to gather in her cupped palms, she splashed some on her face, rubbing at her eyes in the next second. Turning the faucet off, she grabs the towel on the counter beside her, and dries herself off.

This is Y/N's life now, and even though she still has trouble accepting it, crying about it isn’t going to change anything. She shed enough tears for the life she lost, and she promised herself earlier that she was going to stop wallowing in her own self-pity. She does not want to go back there again.

Shooting her reflection a weak smile, Y/N close her eyes. The feeling of her lungs expanding and contracting as she heave another deep breath serves to ground her, allowing her eyes to open to meet her gaze in the mirror once more. With one final curt nod at herself, she exied the bathroom.

Stepping back into the main area of her room, Y/N notice only Rosé stands there now. Where the other two went, she has no idea.

Y/N's brow furrows, especially since Rosé looks more interested in observing the painting on the wall of a field of flowers than turning to face her.

“They went to feed, by the way,” Rosé voice cuts through the silence as she feels Y/N's gaze on her back, only momentarily though, for Y/N is shifting to look at the painting in the next second as she comes to stand just a little ways behind Rosé.

Oh, so badly does Rosé want to turn and face her beloved right now, but the feeling of Y/N's gaze flicking over her form, even only for a brief moment, prevents her from doing so.

Rosé knows Y/N has more questions, and she will happily answer any and all that the latter may have.

“I know you’re curious,” Rosé chuckles, and she hears Y/N huff out a breath. “You only need to ask, and we- I will tell you everything you want to know.”

“Stop reading my mind.” Y/N replied, irritation slightly apparent in her words as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. Then, as if deciding against her better judgment, “what do you mean by ‘feed’?”

This time, Rosé cannot prevent the way she smiles as her body turns towards Y/N.

Finally, Y/N is asking about them. The mild curiosity she can sense floating through Y/N's mind surrounding them raises her spirits more than Y/N will ever know.

Rosé nibbled on her lower lip before she speaks, "We can survive on regular food for a time, but we need something a little more substantial to survive.” she explained, her lips still tugging upwards at the corners.

“So, you do drink blood.” Y/N said, eyes wide as she nod faintly in understanding.

“Yes, and no,” another voice coming from the open doorway draws Y/N's attention, turning to see Lisa entering the room. “It can sustain us, but it’s more of an aphrodisiac than anything. Something we only consume for fun every now and then.”