HYACINTH

chapter 4

[ Journey]

Author pov

It's been three days and today they are going to start their travel for the 'Lavafell islands.' Their flight for the Thailand will be in seven hours and from there they will have a cruise boat to the island if things go as they planned before three days. Everyone is finishing their packing and making sure they bring all the essentials. They really don't want to have go around in a foreign country to find basic needs just because they forgot to pack it. besides their cruise will be in an hour and thirty minutes straight after they arrive in Thailand, they really don't want to do that.

"Okay... that's the last of it!" Dylan huffed out while wiping of the sweat beads on his forehead with his palm. "Hope everyone finished too."

"I don't know about others, but I am done too." Zeke added dragging his luggage to the living room where Dylan was with his.

Leaving the luggage near the sofa he plumped on the sofa with his pillow. Hugging it dearly he looked at the time. Nine forty-five...another huff left his lips as he looked at Dylan who was looking at him in shock and pure disappointment. He cocked up a brow and made a why are you like this face.

"Seriously you are going to bring that thing to with you" Dylan ranted pointing the pillow on Zeke's embrace.

"Sleep is a necessity in life, and you can't live without it."

"Dude there are millions of pillows, leave that one here."

"No way...I like it dearly, it's so comfortable and soft. No pillow can replace it." Zeke defended.

Giving up Dylan just grabbed his phone before giving Zeke 'I am disappointed' face and started to scroll, waiting for others.

"Luke, have you seen my black floral summer dress!!" Lavinia shouted for nth time.

The room was a mess. Dresses, leggings, innerwear.... covering every inch of the room. The cardboard boxes which contain her clothes and other things, distortedly thrown over here and there, some opened some closed and sealed as it was. She was panicking. Only because she couldn't find her favorite dress. That dress wasn't a normal dress.it was special for here. The dress was not only comfortable and look snatching on her petite body, but also the very first gift Luke gave her when they started their relationship. Yes, it was a little bit bigger than her actual size when she received it, but it fitted her now. The dress held a special place in her heart.

Her packing almost finished. She only needs that dress, for her own reasons. It's been fifteen minutes now, still no sight of the dress. She was praying so hard that she brought the dress and didn't leave it back in her former apartment in New York. At the verge of crying, she looked at Luke who is standing still at the door all this time.

"Yahh!! Leave that dress and let's go before we get late." He told while coming near her, carefully not to step on any clothes.

She looked at him. Tears falling from her eyes to her cheeks, like a small following river. Her eyes screamed pain, disappointment, anger, and betrayal. Mind went blank, playing thousands of scenarios ... did he forget? Does he not love me now? Was I not good enough? Are we not a thing now? She knew he wouldn't do such things but still, she can't help herself.

How can't she... she has trauma from her past, such things cannot be, forgotten nor cured. Therapy... it only makes one feel like they aren't the only one gone through that. Making oneself open to another person whom they claim that you can trust. It just makes the process of burring it down so deep into the thoughts easy cause your brain gets the feeling you aren't alone and have to move on with life like others. Deep down we all know that oneself is afraid that they will break the trust and talk behind your back and all...