Dark Abyss

Chapter 19: Erroneous Love Affair

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anna calvi_the heart of you

zella day_hypnotic

bea miller_young blood

the cab_lock me up

oh honey_sugar, you

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My fingers glided over the butterfly's shape over and over again. Turning it on and off, watching the lights bounce back and forth from the walls in the dark room to my spot in bed, and admiring it as more than a simple object. I hadn't turned it off since yesterday from my elation of playing with it and was beginning to worry the battery would die.

"Don't you think getting out of bed will be more productive?" A voice speaks through the dark, interrupting the serenity of the room with a playful tone. Luke strolls down the stairs one by one in human manner and turns on the fluorescent light. By now, I'm used to the way the scintillating light reflects off everything white, making it an arduous task to open my eyes.

"Okay, mom." I say full of humor with a hoarse voice from sleep while getting out of bed.

"Good Charlotte?" Luke asks with interest in his voice, mocking me. A peculiar appearance circles his face, a grin stretching on his lips as I Don't Wanna Be In Love began playing on the iPod.

"So, what?" My voice is slightly defensive as I avert his longing gaze that follows my every movement, my cheeks flaring scarlet.

"I would've never guessed." I turn to him. A foreign and dazzling spark brightens his incandescent blue eyes that speak joy to me. His grin altered into a charming lopsided smile that would have every girl at his feet; yet only made me want to punch him in the face and laugh.

Rolling my eyes and chuckling at his mien, I made my way to the restroom while leaving a frolicsome Luke in the middle of my room.

After showering, I dressed in torn blue jeans and a big grotesque dark purple T-shirt that I'd packed from my old house. Slim color settled in my cheeks compared to the pale skin surrounding them. My hair was pulled in a wet messy bun and slight black bags were under my eyes. The life appeared to be absent in my jade eyes as I applied minimum concealer to hide the atrocious and abysmal look.

I made my way to the kitchen.

"Today is your free-hobbies time. What do you wish to do, Annaliese?" Luke questioned as soon as I came into view. Convincing him to stop using my first name was futile, so the only choice I had was to disregard it.

He held a styrofoam cup in his right hand with lid and an extravagant modern cell phone in the other. The jubilant tone he spoke to me no more than an hour ago was now replaced with a flat monotonous voice. His face never looked up from the small device's bright screen.

So much for happy Luke.

My mind started whirling around in theories of what the vacant place with frigid temperatures and dull sceneries could offer beside tangible ennui. I reminisced my time with Eric days prior and got an idea.

"I wanna go to the garden again." The statement retreated my lips in an affirm aplomb without letting my mind think twice. The tree that I had seen was luring around in my imagination and was kept at bay til now that the topic was brought up.

"The garden?" Luke's query was in incertitude and inquisitiveness as his face flew up to stare at me and his raised eyebrow gave no less impression.