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
It's been a week ever since I was discharged from the Equinox Trussville Hospital. I gazed through the window. A solitude of silence hung around me. Only the beats of my heart could be heard against my ringing ears.
I longed for daylight, I longed for the morning breeze, for the bright sun. The harvest moon slowly made its way to the center of the sky, dusted with rust, brown and gold tones, it seemed so intimately bound with the land and broke the unwavering darkness that had enveloped the night until then. Today, was the Masquerade ball and here I am, not yet ready.
I scanned the gown in my bed. It was a dark blue gown with its high-front, low-back hem. Its sleeveless, petal-shaped bodice is unfussy, and doesn't dip down daringly low, but still allowed you to expose a flawless décolletage.
"Are you done yet?" The voice of Clement echoed around the four corners of the room.
"Almost," I said. "Just wait for a bit."
I opened the door as I saw him bringing a cloth iron in his left hand.
"Are you kidding me?" I deadpanned.
He scratched his hear before he uttered, "Thought you said, iron?"
"Flat iron and not cloth iron!" I mentally facepalmed. I swiftly ran towards the drawer and snatched the flat iron.
"Are you really sure you can do this?" I really have no choice. I can't even go to the parlor because I'm already late and tita Cheska's not home. I sat in the wooden chair, facing the body sized mirror.
"Let me handle this, in Clement you trust." He plugged in the flat iron and paused for a minute.
"Who's your partner, Zcyhie?" He asked me while I'm grabbing and placing a foundation on my face.
"Hey! You're doing it the wrong way," I shouted at him as he ironed my hair in a different direction.
"It's hot!" He stomped his feet, wiping his sweat with his right arms. "Should I take my clothes off here?"
"Don't you dare, Clement," I said.
"What's your plan?"
"What plan?" I asked, raising my brows.
Before I could put my lipstick on, he said, "They already know, Zcyhie."
The cold air pierced through my skin when they slowly removed the ventilator and the tubes attached through my nose and my mouth. I gently exercised my jaws as I gazed through the blood flowing through from my dextrose. The nurse calmly removed the blood from coming out from the vessel by pushing the liquid inside my veins which gave me a quick pain.
The sensation of coldness/prickly feeling in the vein where the fluid was being given was all that I'm feeling right now.
"Can I go out now? I want to go home." I managed to spoke but with almost in a low volume.
