The archive of the forgotten

The better one ~ the home

I splash the cold water in my face. I look up into the mirror and breathe out as the drops hang onto my lip. I stare at my own green eyes, the only part of my face I don't remotely hate. I look at myself, my overly pale skin looks sickly in the bathroom light. My small frame doesn't make that better. My sharp nose has it's bony bump and seems too big for my face, or at least that's what I have come to hate about it. My eyes look tired as they seem not to have the energy to fully open themselves, the dark circles under it as a testament to their exhaustion. My dark eyebrows are tied into a frown, as always. I shake my head and part my hair in the middle to make a tidy bun. I take a deep breath as I smooth my hair out with water. My thin hands accentuate the fact that my fingers are long, I always used to compare them to spiders. It looks like someone only had my bones and skin and forgot that I need muscles under it, as if I have been taxidermized without proper knowledge.
I take a step back and look at myself. Everything about me screams Fianlynds. It's like I am cursed with the inability to pass for anything respectable in my life. I tie my cravat tighter around my neck and straighten out my waistcoat. I need to look most presentable today.

I walk out of the bathroom.
"Thank you for letting me use your bathroom." I say to Thrjel.
He nods as he puts on his relaxed knit pullover. It looks good with his blonde hair. He looks like someone I wouldn't dare to talk to in a million years, he looks like someone I would've spit in the face of. I chuckle when I realize that. He also looks like fishermen that used to work in our village, only their sweaters were dirty, that's how you knew when to spit in faces.
I put my pyjama in the suitcase and notice how empty it is. I sigh as I wonder what's left of my house and property, I close my eyes forgetting how much it hurts to think about that and trying helplessly to make sure I do not cry.
He puts his hand on my shoulder. "Are you ready?" He asks as he grabs his own two bags.
I smiles and grab his backpack that's still lying around and my own suitcase.
"You don't have to do that Xad." He says with a smile.
"But I want to." I say as I walk out of the dorm and he shuts the door. I smile and look at him. "Can I say that I'm nervous?" I mention with a chuckle.
"You don't have to be, she'll like you either way. I promise." He responds as he puts his arm around my shoulders and I smile nervously.
"How would you describe her?" I ask.
He smiles, "Most of all kind."
"So you two are very alike?" I say with a light smirk.
He looks at me and his face lights up. "I really hope so."

We walk towards the door. I see a group of insubordinates being lead towards the backdoor and I can't help but feel like I am somehow betraying them. I take a deep breath and look up, I can't afford to be ungrateful right now. We walk out of the school and for the first time since I have been here I have the luxury of using the front door, I can't help but smile to myself as we descend the stairs in front of the school. The summer sun shines on my face and I smile as I wonder how life this summer might change.

"Mum!" Thrjel yells as he jumps up and waves. There are several beautiful cars waiting for their respective child but I immediately recognise who he is yelling at. Her eyes are just as blue as his and her smile just as bright.
He runs up to her and hugs her, my heart stops as I remember the warmth those hugs used to have. I shake the thoughts out of my mind and walk to the beautiful car, I admire it's pristine condition and the fact that he even has one.
Thrjel finally releases his mum, and beckons me. I tried to keep a respectful distance, I wouldn't dare to interfere with family. I smile and reach out my hand.
"Nice to meet you ma'am. You have no idea how grateful I am for the opportunity....." I begin to say but she cuts me short.
"Oh quit it with all those formal words!" She says as she pulls me in for a hug. I raise my shoulders in surprise as she hugs me tightly, motherly, warmly. I feel tears in my eyes as she puts her hand on the back of my head. "Thrjel told me so much about you Xad." She says as she releases me and puts her hand on my shoulders.
Thrjel grabs our baggage and puts it in the boot of the car. I don't know what to say, I just stare at mrs. Sion and wonder what colour her hair used to be before it turned grey, because the grey perfectly harmonizes with her tanned skin.
"Thank you so much that I am allowed to stay with you Ma'am." I say as I bow my head slightly.
"Darling you may call me Sostrate. You don't have to call me ma'am."
I nod. "Yes ma'am." I say with a smile. And I can hear Thrjel chuckling.