Bliss

Bliss 13 | The Absence of The Sun

Song of the Chapter : Rock Bottom by Hailee Steinfeld

• Rosalie Scott •

I'm tired. Literally tired.

From school, to work, to my other work then to the hospital, in repeat.

It was history class that I slept in. I had fallen asleep unwillingly, because I had to stay up late. I had bunch of clothes to fix yesterday, and they weren't going to sew themselves, now were they?

Aria didn't show up all week. Neither did Adam. I sat with Clifford most of the week in breaks, and I sat alone when he was busy. Like he is now. I didn't feel like eating so I grabbed a pen, and a paper and started to do maths for my life.

Since dad wasn't here to pay the bills, the task was left for me. When I finished calculating, I stared at the paper, then, with a sigh, I placed my head on it, and closed my eyes.

I felt someone sit in front of me, but I was too tired to look. It was an unknown presence until he talked. "You're going to sleep here too?" It was Calvin.

I haven't seen him all week. Well, to be honest, I avoided him. Why? Because I was angry at myself. "No, I have to go to class in like 10 minutes," I didn't want to raise my head, but I did, "Wait– too?" I was referring to what he said.

He inhaled, looking anywhere but me, "In History," He said, "rumors say that you drooled all over the desk,"

I gasped, "I did not! I'm surprised, you listen to rumors?"

He shrugged, "No," then looked at me, a hint of a smirk in the corner of his mouth, "I think you drooled and snored,"

"Very funny," I muttered, "Very funny, Calvin," I sighed, I'm tired to be offended.

He was silent for a second. In my peripheral vision, I saw him looking down at the table. I was alerted as I took my paper and folded it, and I into pocket. "Do you look in the mirror?" He asked out of a sudden.

His question caught me of guard, "Yes, of course I do,"

"You look horrible,"

"Thanks, just the thing you should say to a girl,"

He shrugged, "I'm honest,"

"I noticed,"

   It was silent for a minute, I glanced at him and found him looking hard at something. He was deep in thought. Then, he talked, "The sun is absent this week," He said, more to himself.

    It took me a while to understand. He wasn't talking about the real sun, it was a metaphor. "What have you lost this week?" He didn't answer, he just furrowed his eyebrows at himself. "Is it because your cousins aren't here?"

    This time he looked at me, eyes narrow. Then, he scoffed. "It's nothing." He dismissed it, "are going to make me ask?"

"You lost me," Ask what?

"Why are you–" He struggled for a word, he looked funny, "Sad? Yes, sad." I couldn't help but laugh. "Here you go," Calvin said with a soft smile. "All it took was a question." He muttered.

I shook my head, "I'm not sad, I'm just– tired," Tired of school, tired of other girls laughing at me whenever, tired of working, tired of standing up, tired of– I sighed.

"So you're not sad that– someone– is gone?" He asked.

"Someone died?" I gasped. He chuckled.