Bliss

Bliss 15 | Aria's Story

Song of the Chapter : Hotel Ceiling by Rixton

"How does it feel to leave me this way?" - Rixton

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• Rosalie Scott •

     Aria took me to a Café in Brooklyn. It surprised me because it wasn't a crowded area, and I've only been around it just a number of times.

    We sat in the far end of the Café, as she started talking, "I love it here. It's my favorite place. I come here when I want to clear my mind. It's—homey," She smiled weakly to herself.

    I looked around. It was homey. The design was probably inspired from Victorian houses. The place didn't scream rich or expensive. It screamed plain and cozy. It gives a comfortable vibe, from the leather couches, to the wooden made chairs and floors, and the bookshelves. It was a place to relax.

   "I can see that," I agreed to her 'homey' comment. "It seems like you come here a lot." I said, she nodded.

   She was nervous, furrowing her eyebrows, pursing her lips, eyes playing around the place. Nervous Aria signs. I was surprised that I noticed that. And that I knew the signs exactly. I know her. I smiled to myself.

  Phase two  of nervous Aria started. "Do you want something to drink? It's self order. You don't? No, you do. Of course you do. We're in a Café for crying out loud, what do you want? Water? Oh no! Not water! Coffee? Not now! I will order something nice. A smoothie that I like in here. It has this– you'll see. Be right back!" Aria rushed away.

   We had that phase in common. I don't know if it was noticed by her, or anyone else. I babble when I'm nervous. So as Aria.

    It wasn't long till she got back with two cups full of something green. Um– vegetables? Did she really order vegetables?

"No, dummy," She rolled her eyes, as I cursed myself for talking aloud. Why do I always do that? She laughed, "It's an Avocado mix. Filled with crushed Almonds and a hint of honey. It's awesome."

After I tasted it, I agreed. It was very good. "Aria?"

"Hmm?" She sipped her drink and looked up innocently.

"You brought me here to talk. You. Are you still going to avoid the subject?" I raised a brow at her, she pursed her lips guiltily and placed her cup on the table again.

She opened her mouth then closed it, then she said, "I don't know where to start."

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me–"

"No! No. I want to," She was sure, so I didn't push it. She took a very, deep breath. Then exhaled. "It was freshman year." She said weakly, then cleared her throat.

"All my life, I had two friends. Violet and— and– Alice." Her voice crack a little when she said the last name, "We were friends since forever. Sisters, really." She smiled sadly at the memory, "We were so excited to be in high school. It was like– ugh finally!" She chuckled, I smiled relating to her.

"We were three trouble makers, aching for excitement and experience. We loved living." She froze, shaking her head. "Or at least– two of us did."

"Apparently, Alice had– problems– with herself, and the world. Um— the school took us sailing in a ship, during the semester. Alice chose not to come. She said that she gets sea sickness. Anyway, they took us for a four day sail around the Atlantic. Never too far away, in the parameters.