Solis Occasum

6

*This chapter takes place the same day as the previous.*

"Ophelia's been acting weird today so I sent her to speak to Lyra and Serah. I don't know what's going on inside her head and I'm worried."

"Keep me updated please, she's strong and will be okay."

"Thanks, man."

"Of course."

Ophelia had been mindlessly wandering around the castle for the whole day as she was basically thrown out of the kitchen by Benjamin as he found that she was working too much.

So since then, she had no idea what to do because the one (1) thing she was using to distract herself was gone.

Ever since the tall blonde Irishman had left to go work on the project that Ivan had started, her heart had felt heavy and she was constantly depressed.

It was not like her to act like this and she had no clue on why she was.

Any time she thought about what the purpose of the new business was or someone brought it up, her thoughts were plagued with images of him engaging in the filming aspect. This sent a red hot fire through her veins and it shocked her.

It had been exactly six (6) days and everyone in the castle had started to catch on to her down mood.

Normally she was quite upbeat and happy despite being scared of half (1/2) of the club, but now they were all wondering what happened.

The one (1) person who was worried more than anyone was, of course, Reece.

He was genuinely baffled by her recent behaviour and even though he had picked up on something being wrong a couple (2) of days ago, he still had no context.

His little sister was still trying to dart around going to talk to him and it made him upset because he wanted to know if there was anything he could do to make it better.
The younger Diaz sibling was aware of how her brother was feeling and that added to her gloom.

Finally, Ophelia mustered up the bravery and courage she normally lacked to go ask him for some advice on why she was feeling this way. She had no clue how he would react nor if he would have any answers to give her.

Making her way through the long castle hallways, she arrived at the bedroom door she was looking for and knocked. From inside the room, she could hear a pair (2) of muffled voices and rustling of sheets.

Her eyes widened when her brother opened up his door without his shirt on and was only wearing his navy blue sweatpants.

Peeking underneath his raised arm, she was met by the sight of one of the waiters laying in his bed.

If she remembered correctly his name was Reid, though that was not really important to her now as she brought her gaze back up to her, now blushing brother's face.
The tips of his ears were bright red and she could practically see the heat radiating off of them.

Raising a perfectly arched eyebrow, she watched as he smiled meekly at her and nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

Shaking her head, she raised a small hand and waved at the older man, who smiled gently in return.

"Podrías haberme dicho, no me habría enojado, sabes."

(Translated from Spanish to English, "You could have told me, I wouldn't have gotten mad, you know.")

"Sí lo siento. Yo debería."

(Translated from Spanish to English, "Yes, I'm sorry. I should.")