'Peanut,' Liliana thought, a deeply hidden pain in her eyes. It had been so long since she had thought about him. Plannings and calculations to keep someone important close had caused another to drift off.
Again, her conscious wouldn't allow her to ever recollect that piece of herself. It had always been buried in the burning pit she had created in her soul.
Peanut Butter was just so closely tied to something so painful. That just the thought of him brought everything back. She couldn't remember him for the lovely, carefree days they had spent without the ugly fear and desperate measures that followed after that. It was hard to forget the final thing that pushed one down the irreversible path of damnation.
And he was the trigger that forced her to a last resort.
A guilt she was never guilty about.
The lack of emotions only made her feel more like the monster she had become.
'It was inevitable. If not me then it would have been someone else.' Liliana rubbed her neck with a shaky hand, 'Besides, the dead can't be brought back to life. What's done is done. And I wouldn't change it for the world.' she smiled at the thought, a smile that only deepened the darkness in her eyes.
Her attention when back to the card in her hands. A party equaled to fashionable clothes- which she had brought near to none- which meant, shopping.
"Hm, need to do something about it," she drawled.
She decided, a call to Tara was a necessity here. No matter how upright she looked, though that had went down a notch these days, Tara knew her fashion well.
"Hello girl, where are you?" she was wondering about that. For Tara was never the one to disappear and she hadn't phoned the whole day to know how the meeting with Edison went.
But Liliana was baffled by the noise coming from the other side. 'Is she into clubbing now?' Liliana didn't have the answer to that.
"Hey, wait a bit. Let me get outta here." Tara came out of the bar to get away from the drunk, loud crowd.
She took the first breath of fresh air in a few hours and said dazedly, "Yes, you were saying?" she surprisingly didn't have a slur even after six shots of vodka.
"You seem busy?"
"Ah, that's nothing. I was just bored." Tara was nodding with every word though that couldn't possibly make Liliana be reassured.
"Where are you exactly?"
Tara felt like it was the first time Liliana was into questioning. And dang was she good!
"I'm at this bar..." she couldn't remember the name. The booze actually had an effect on her then. For she forgot where she was standing and that there was a board right above her head that spelled the name of the bar.
"Don't wait on my account. Enjoy yourself, I'll call you later."
Tara felt something amissing but alcohol was making her feel lightheaded. She forgot that Liliana had wanted to say something and went back inside with a 'anyways'.
Liliana was thinking now that Tara had made friends with booze, she had to go shopping alone tomorrow. The hangover Tara would be having in the morning already made her feel sorry for the girl. She surely couldn't get out of bed before noon. Liliana drew her brows together at the thought.
'Anyways,' she let out a deep sigh. She could handle the shopping alone.
Liliana was dressed in white high-waisted pants and a matching white blouse with ruffled sleeves. She let her black hair flow freely with a few tresses pinned to the back. She wore her glasses, her nails painted a natural soft pink. She completed it with a pair of creamy-pink heels.
Perfect for a perfectly casual day...
The mall built on an enormous piece of land. It was seperated in three sections.The main shopping centre was a building of white-stoned walls, an amusement park layed beside it and a vast garden behind the building away from the crowd of the park and the tiresome choises on what to buy.
It was a joint venture between Star Holdings and a few other companies and that's what made her come here more precisely, other then this being the biggest mall in the city.
Liliana rolled her eyes around the scene spread before her. She didn't know what to expect from a shopping trip without any sort of security whatsoever. And a pair of sunglasses that surely hid half her face but only made her mysterious aura more conspicuous.
It has been a while, her walking into stores only to come out with a scowl that deepened with the increasing number of shops she visited.
Everything looked bland in her eyes. Literally.
Nothing appealed to her eyes or skin. Sometimes the colours were too dull, too bright or just not the right shade. Or sometimes the materials were too coarse for her liking.
And jewelry? They were just plain dull! It made no sense how the managers had the oudecity to put these trash on display!
A sigh of bone-crushing boredom left her.
The manager tried his best to serve to her satisfaction only to leave the station with a lame excuse of a forgotten task and the back of his shirt soaked in sweat.
She was looking at the jewelries displayed in the cases when a glimmer from the corner of her eyes made her turn.