How do we live and love when we know that everything we have will turn into ashes?
Now that Zcyhie Elizabeth Fleuvis is back, someone threatens to inflict everything in her normal, stable life. The tranquility of her old town, Stygian Realm, along F...
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Zcyhie Elizabeth's POV
After the incident a while ago, he just laughed when he saw me having a dirt in my long messy hair. I stood on my own as I walked away from him. What a dumbass.
I was unpacking my luggage and kept my clothes in my cabinet. I was almost done when I saw another dark blue luggage. Well, I did not have a luggage like this before. Maybe, it was from Gramps.
As I unzipped the zipper, in my surprise, I saw different sweets. There were lots of Toblerone with different flavors, boxes of Ferrero Roche, Patchi, Lindt and Sprungli, Cadbury, Mars bars, Snickers, Kitkats and many more. I also saw many potato chips in the right portion of the luggage and my favorite amongst is the stick o's. I placed them into the mini fridge inside my room.
I saw Clement peek behind me. I heard a whisper.
"Well, that's a lot... Like a lot," he said with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Can't you just back off?" I asked. I was about to grab the pandan flavored stick-o but he instantly grabbed it and ran towards the door.
"Thank you very much, Lychee."
"Damn. Not my favorite one!" I shouted.
"There are plenty to eat. Not that one." I ran towards him as he dashed towards the stairs.
But before I went passed the middle door, I saw another opened door in the hallway. It was painted with the mixture of black and white. It was slightly opened and the only thing I saw was a white board.
"Who wants stick o?" Clement shouted.
I glanced backed at Clement running at the end of the staircase, I just slammed the door, shut. The twins excitedly went near him. Shit.
When I arrived at the kitchen area, I saw them happily eating my pandan flavored stick-o.
"Give me back my stick o, dumbass!"
"Finders keepers," he said, giving me a lopsided grin.
"Aunt, he ate my stick-o." I stomped my feet but Clement just laughed.
"Both of you, stop that. You're not kids anymore," Aunt Cheska said while preparing the table. "Clement, bring that back. Zcyhie, I'll buy you another one," she added.
He just handed me the half of my stick-o. I accepted it while sticking my tongue out. We sat at the black six-seated chair and the wooden table full of delicious foods such as cordon bleu, roasted chicken, pasta, rice and so on. Can I just have an ice cream, instead?
"How are you, hija?" She keened her eyes on me.
"I'm fine, Aunt. Never been better. I'm still adjusting," I mumbled.
