Isabelle

The state of Oblivion

It was mumbling she could hear, she wasn't quite sure if she was still in her dream state or she had transitioned into the real world. The voices she heard were familiar ones further cementing her idea of being in a dream state. She accepted her fate, for she believed she hasn't transitioned yet, taking in a deep breath and releasing it at a slow pace, she began letting go until...

"Nya! If there was another, we would've known. This is an undisputable fact."

"You think I do not know that? You should not feed the less ignorant with words they know of." Isabelle could tell whose voices those were, she wasn't in dream land at all, and she had only been subconscious. But then, why would they be in her bedroom while she was asleep? She didn't approve neither was she aware of such.

Her eyes jolted open, while sitting upright she said;

"There is no another...

"Isabelle!" Nya exclaimed breathlessly, startled by her voice.

"Jia only likes Cassandra." Isabelle finished her sentence rubbing her right eye with the back of her left hand.

Nya held Isabelle's right hand. "I am so sorry we woke you up and I promise we are not like this, we don't usually go into people's rooms to hold conversations." Nya spoke softly.

"Oh! I believe you Nya. But, you might as well replace the 'we' with an 'I' in your sentence. I'm sure you don't but he does." Isabelle's gaze turned to Jia when she made mention of he and Nya followed her gaze.

"H...h..he? Y..you mean Jia? .

"Yes! His majesty in flesh and blood and I bow." Isabelle bowed her head in a joking manner failing to see how only she found it to be funny. Nya, seeing Jia today had thought this was the first time he would be acting in such a way only for Isabelle to say otherwise which makes her wonder how many more times this has happened and at what time of the day.

"Well." Nya paused for a second and then continued. "I came to see how you were doing and I see that you are doing fine."

"I am." Isabelle responded with a smile on her face.

"I'm glad, I'll be leaving now. Excuse me." Nya unwrapped Isabelle's hand with hers and left the room but not without sparing a glance at Jia.

Left alone, not a single exchange of words were made. Isabelle, in sudden realization immediately placed her hands on her head, her hair was a mess and she knew it. Now he's seen it as well.

"I urge you to excuse yourself right now." With her hands still on her head, for some reason she felt she could protect her shabby looking hair from his sight. Seeing she received no response or body movement from him, she sighed.

'Always wanting to do what he wants whenever he wants.' Isabelle muttered underneath her breath, her eyes now on her cover cloth still not taking her hands off her head.