Ella ✔️

CHAPTER 9

I was numb. I couldn't move or do anything. I sat there, looking at the empty air as I let my tears roll down. I couldn't believe it. It was too unbelievable. The Art that was laughing and smiling to me the day before that day, was all of a sudden gone. She seemed so perfectly happy and bright. It was like everything was fine for her. I sunk into the chair gradually, as my hands slowly reach for my hair. I wanted to scream, shout, and cry out; but my body and organs weren't cooperating. All I could find myself doing was placing my hands atop each other on my head, in grief and crying. The earphone slowly pulled out of my ear itself, as I kept on sliding and my bum hit the grey cold tiles.

I was lost in thought and grief, when the doorbell started ringing aloud. Soma hurried to the door surprised, he wasn't expecting anyone, and his uncle could never be home that early. I couldn't move or do anything, so I simply sat down there and waited for Soma and whosoever was at the door.

Science dropped his wine backpack close to the door, as he walked in. His eyes were swollen and red, so we're his fair face. He used his hands to scratch his hair as he shouted, "Argh!" He fell on the couch closest to the door, sinking into it immediately.

"Do you feel like talking? To me, or anyone?" Soma asked in concern, as he also walked in.

Science shook his head. "I just want to sleep. Please, I'll have to stay here for a couple of days. I don't feel like seeing my parents, or I'll puke," Science said coldly, staring into the blank space in front of him.

Soma and I didn't reply. Soma walked to the door and picked Science's bag instead, then making his way for the passage, ensuring he signaled to Science to follow him. And like that, he and Science left for a room.

Minutes later, Soma walked into the sitting room with a sad smile. I don't know if he was trying to make me feel better, or himself. "How is he?" I concernedly asked as Soma came to seat down on the floor close to me.

"He has stopped crying. He is sleeping now," he assured me as he spread his legs, and rested his head on his right palm.

I didn't reply to him. I pulled my legs up and hugged them. Memories of Art began to play in my mind, blocking my vision through tears. Immediately Soma noticed I had begun to realize whimpers, he pulled me into a hug, saying suiting words and patting me on my back. Before I knew it, the sobs became sering running tears, my nose ran along. But then, Soma's presence and comfort helps as my tears started reducing, and my eyes started closing.