Awoke

Day 3: Mother

Damien stretched his arms in his new clothes a pair of black tracksuits and plain shirt again.He crossed the rooms to the kitchen, Aria was awake cooking some dish which smelt delightful. Mmmmm Pancakes he smiled she looked at him for a second a smiled as she saw him crave for pancakes. "Good Morning, Damien," Damien cracked up this time and took his plate of pancakes. "You mother must of been a good chef?" She let down her smile and stopped the stove immediately. The walls were creamy and tables were black. She wandered of to her bedroom without saying a word.
He was puzzled on what he did so he went to her room in a matter of seconds. He lightly knocked on her door she fidnt answer do he went through the back to his bedroom through the curtains and saw her. Damien pushed the door and cane inside shewas sitting alone on her bed bothe hands redted by her side. Hair flowing down like a waterfall. "Aria?" She tutned to the sound if a masculine  voice. "Yes?" Dhe replied in a short manner wiping her tears from her smooth skin. He frowned again seeing her sad. "Whats wrong?" He sat next to her on her bed. She didnt reply and simply tried to not tear up. He nodded at her to talk. She looksd at his blue eyes shine as he met hers. "My mother's gone," he frowned giving a sympathetic look tool her. "She died when I was a child," she took a gasp of air "My father cared for me oh so much after that day." She sobbed a bit. He looked at her eyes. Full of memories no child should have ever known. Secrets buried deep inside her. Red eyes from all the crying and sobbing. She looked at his pure eyes with careand love for her. It was completely unknown why he was feeling bad for a stranger. The moment lasted for a long time again. She snapped out and wiped her tears. Aria grabbed her gym bag and pushed her hair to the side not telling anyone where she was going. Damien sat there speechless. He slapped himself on his head repeatedly.