World Of Words

VII - Half

"Charlie shall sleep with me in my room, and Ethan, you go with Blue. Oh, wait, have you eaten dinner? If not I'll go make some.", said Alliae hurriedly.

"No, it's okay. Before we got here, we have eaten already. Thanks.", she still seemed welcoming.

Charlie turned to Ethan. He was looking suspiciously nervous. I know him, she thought. He looks like that when he's thinking of something. When they were kids, they were always playing by the beach, where her mother always brought her. Her mother died when she was twelve. Three years after she met Ethan, who had gone to another country the same time when her mother had died. Ethan spent four years on that country, which he isn't telling her which was it.

After they played, they would always sit on the bench, placed on the fine sand where they make sand castles on. Their hairs and suits soaking wet, as they talk about themselves in the future. When he thinks, he would always stare at a distance, his mind as if floating in midair, his eyes looking at a place not so eye-catching.

~

She stared at the bedroom. It was fine, well more than fine. The bed perfectly fits two persons. Its color was dark red, she thought of blood, she even inhaled some air if it really smells like blood. But it doesn't. The ceiling was still golden, with the sparkling glint and stuff, she almost imagined if the fine glitters fall from it forever it would be even better. It looks almost like the inside of a castle. The color of the ceiling was like the color of the walls. The bed was at the center of the room it was topped by a blood red fluffy comforter. At the left side of it was a small table top. The rug on the floor, its half under the bed, that looked like a polar bear skin was perfectly contrasting the color of the bed.

At the left wall was another door, leading to another room.

"Are you okay, Ethan?", she turned at Ethan who was leaning at the door, which was wide open.

"Yeah, um. You better sleep well.", He turned, and then stopped, forgetting something.

"You too.", he peeked at Alliae who was sitting on the bed beside Charlie.

"Ethan? Do you have a problem?", Charlie asked. Whatever's bothering him, she should know, they're like the other half of each other since she was like, nine.

"Nah, just. . . I just miss my Mom.", he forced a smile and closed the door.

~

"Got a problem with that?", he turned to Blue, who was sitting on a couch, beside his couch.

He didn't actually hear what he said but he just nodded. It's weird to have a bedroom with only two couches on it, full of sharp weapons, cool jackets, and hard-on-the-nose perfumes. But he didn't have a choice.

Blue lay down on the couch which was velvet blue, same as his. He threw a sharp shining knife on the wall above his couch that made Ethan gasped. Maybe it's for protection, he just thought.

He tried to close his eyes as he remembered he's still in his pajamas, the ones his mother gave him. The image of his mother popped up, trying to reach him with a phone. But then he remembered, he forgot to bring his phone.

~

Charlie lay down beside her, on the left side. The smell of the bed was like a flower. It almost looked like that it smelled like blood. She's staring at the ceiling, imagining glitters fall on her.

"So, is he your b-"

"Bestfriend.", she snapped. She's tired of explaining this to everyone. They are always asked about this, not that they really have a thing.

"Who's Blake, by the way?", Charlie asked, intrigued by what happened earlier.

"He introduced himself as Blue, but we call him Blake. "

"It's his nickname. We call him Blake, he doesn't want to be called by his first name by other people. By the way, the night is getting dark. I think you should sleep now.", Alliae continued.

She turned to face the left side.

She tried to close her eyes, she remembered something. The medallion. She reached for her pocket and search if it's still in its same size, as she realized its size is like a semicircle. It was cut in half.