Imaginary world ( The half world chronicles)

Chapter 21 Moira

Liam had left immediately after breakfast, which was a gift from God to me. All morning, I was trying not to intertwine my eyes with his. We talked about stupid things like movies and how much we missed our own beds, but nobody even mentioned what happened last night. Liam had just gotten out and the kids woke up. Elek looked carefully at the circles under my eyes and my puffy face, but said nothing. Sasha was too young to pay attention. I begged Elek pretended he didn't see anything and oh glory, he did exactly that. I gave them scrambled eggs and the baked bacon i just made. On the side I put a plate of fresh green apples. Elek and Sasha greedy began to eat. They were still eating fast, as if someone were to take the food from their plate. I let them eat, and I  immersed myself in a novel, Cassandra Clayar's The mortal instruments. This books always managed to get me out of reality and make me feel better. I turned thru pages,and before i noticed it I was engrossed in the adventures. Elek had moved next to me and was also reading a book. Sasha was probably playing with her new dollhouse. I felt relaxed, despite what had happened last night, at the time I was absolutely convinced that everything would eventually be fine. I had to talk to Liam, I could not leave it that way. Maybe I rushed with the conclusions last night. Maybe he had feelings for me, but on the other hand I better get firmly on the ground. When you expect the worst possible thing the chances of being disappointed are almost zero. Tonight, when Liam came home, I was going to talk to him.

Four days later, I had already given up any conversation with Liam. After the first night he had not come back I supposed he was in a bed with some skank after the second night, I was sure. I didn't want to cry or scream anymore. It just did not matter. Last night I went out with Nicholas and I had an incredibly time, it made me forget about Liam, but on the other hand he looked so much like someone else in my past that my heart was shrinking at times. Today I would go out with Nicholas again to walk around the park and talk about stupid and insignificant things. The thought made me smile.

"Elek?" - I called.

" Yes? "

"I'm going out with Nicholas if someone's looking for us, we will be in the park." today this park was named "Memme" and is better known as the statue park. Now it was still just an ordinary park.

"All right, Moira." - i had at least won that round and the kids no longer called me mam.

I headed for the door. Nicholas, as always, was punctual to a second. I gave him my arm and we headed for the park. An hour later I had forgotten about most of my cares. My charming companion did not let me get bored. He told me all about the hunting gatherings of his friends, the new fashion trends in Europe and anything that hold his interest under the blue sky. He laughed at the writers of fiction and how they would be dreamers for ever and ever without a penny, I laughed because I knew exactly how many zeros had J.K. Rolling checks have.  An unexpected afternoon passed into an early evening. It had been amazing and had no intention of going home. From the shadows a silhouette appeared, which took forms in seconds in front of us. Liam came in incredibly fast pace, dressed in the latest fashion - clean and neat. My heart jumped and accelerated its rhythm. I did not know what to say to her, I was confused and angry and exhausted, and all the feelings that I had so thoroughly sank to the bottom of my heart surfaced in there full power as a phoenix revived from the ashes. It was sunset, and the blood-red sky lit up Liam's face. It was divine as ever, but now his beauty was kind of cold for me. I wanted to kick him with a machete in the guts. 

"Brother, what are you doing here, is there anything wrong?"  I managed to bring a friendly tone. High five for not being a snotty kid and behaving like an adult. I was adulting today good for me.

"No, but tonight we have a very important meeting. I'm sorry to interrupt your little date. "He did not look sorry at all, not to mention what intonation spat the "little meeting". He just Didn't say that, pompous ass ...I was really angry now.