It's been a few days since the departure of Miquel and Michaella who have started to return lonely lives. Araya is also busy with her work which makes Michaella and Araya rarely see each other except on campus. Since then, Michaella has always questioned herself. Had she let Miquel go when her feelings couldn't fade away? Was she willing to ignore her feelings when Miquel returned even with deep sorrow?
This is simply because feelings and thoughts cannot be balanced. Michaella just doesn't know how to ignore her feelings when the shadows of her past keep spinning. With Miquel and all their stories from that time. Michaella... Can't forget someone who fills her empty heart.
This time, Michaella tried to ignore all her thoughts by cleaning the house. Watering the plants and occasionally looking at the phone to see the time. She had an appointment with one of the important people from her father's company and it was letter in the afternoon. Michaella just didn't want to feel bored because she just lay down and didn't do any activities. Therefore, she chose to clean the house and organize everything as usual. Updating any broken items and replacing them with new ones.
Michaella moved back into the house after watering the plants and planting new flower seeds. The front part of the house has been neatly arranged again, and the kitchen and everything inside has also been cleaned. There are only a few rooms, including his own. The previously broken glass windows have also been repaired. Everything was almost as before because Michaella didn't want to change anything after her family left. She wants this house to be a witness that she can survive, for who knows how long.
Michaella entered the room belonging to Mikhailla, her sister who had also left her. A room with a typical female feel with anything pink. The bed and study table were still a bit messy even though Araya said she had tidied up everything in the house. Michaella smiled a little before finally taking a photo that was displayed on the nightstand. Looking at the people in the photo and then put it back in place.
"You should be happy there, right? I promise I won't give up even if I feel useless for letting that person live after doing all this to you guys."
Michaella showed a wry smile and started cleaning Mikhailla's bed. Slowly but surely, Michaella continues to clean every part so it doesn't get dirty and is neatly arranged again. Even though no one was using this room, Michaella still felt compelled to clean it up. However, when Mikhailla was alive, her sister hated anything that smelled dirty and would get angry if a certain part was still dusty.
Michaella smiled to herself remembering the events of that time when she was with her sister. Mikhailla, who always sisters her when she is engrossed in reading books, and Mikhailla, who always asks about how the world will be in the future, even though she knows it's annoying for Michaella. Michaella missed things like that about Mikhailla and she couldn't help but remember.
It feels real… It hurts.
Michaella took a deep breath after looking at the entire room she had cleaned. She smiled with her hands on her hips because she was sore. Michaella then closed Mikhailla's room again to change to her parent's room. Her heart was heavy, but Michaella couldn't complain for too long. She already said she had to get up and keep the memory well.
Michaella stopped her steps when she was in front of the door. I don't know why the tears just fell without being able to stop them. She missed her family, she missed their presence in her life. Michaella missed them even though she tried to look okay. She could not survive alone. She still needs someone else to be her encouragement. She still needs her family members to be a shield when she needs it.
Michaella... Miss them.
Michaella wiped her tears and started to enter the room. Seeing every part of the room that is clean and some items that look new. She walked closer and saw a new and longest small Gucci on the small table provided in the room. She took the little Gucci and watched it for a while.
She remembered very well that her mother loved to collect various types of Gucci with new models. Araya bought this little item even though her mother had passed away. Michaella was a little jealous of Araya who was so considerate that even this small thing Araya knew and bought for her. Araya ... Michaella should be grateful because Araya is still there to protect her. Look after and caring for her.
Michaella returned to wipe the tears that suddenly dripped. She immediately put the Gucci back on the table and then left. All rooms are clean and only leave the room alone. Michaella also had to clean up her room.
Michaella then entered her room after calming herself from suddenly crying. She smirked at her stupid act. Crying without anyone knowing how she feels. Michaella felt completely alone and didn't know what to do. It has no definite purpose. Losing the direction of her passion for life and instead being silent like a loser. Michaella … didn't know where to start.
Michaella started cleaning her bed. Arrange pillows and sheets that are a little messy then move to the wardrobe and get rid of some of the things that don't fit in their place. Michaella took a broom and other cleaning tools. Cleaning every corner of her room and rearranging the things she moved. And so on until it's finished and she who is tired then lies down on the bed. Feel some parts of her body that feel sore and enjoy it with a tired exhale.
Michaella noticed the ceiling of her room that looked empty. It was so quiet that she could hear the sound of her breathing getting regular. Looks funny maybe if only Michaella saw the look on her face at this time. Just stay alone and do everything yourself. Michaella is already an adult, but that doesn't mean she can do anything alone. Meanwhile, Araya is also busy today. Michaella couldn't have asked Araya to come here just to accompany herself so she wouldn't be lonely. That would be ridiculous.
Michaella straightened up. She glanced at the window where the glass had been reinstalled and then turned to the black jacket hanging beside her. She leaves. Took the jacket and remembered Miquel's words that he would be back soon. The man broke his promise.
"I shouldn't have hoped, especially with him who had caused the wound," Michaella said softly stroking the black jacket.
Michaella gave a sinister smile. Trying to ignore all her thoughts about Miquel's promise that he would return. Humans cannot be trusted except with existing evidence. Likewise, with Miquel, Michaella did not want to believe it before the man returned and kept his promise.
Shouldn't Michaella not be doing this? Is she stupid now? Why did she expect Miquel's presence to make her feel hurt because he remembered that night's events? Michaella really can not understand the situation.
"Humans always disappoint."