The ride home was mostly quiet, while I cogitated on the events with a clearer mind than ever before. However, there was the matter of my feelings for him. The strength it required to keep them from resurfacing was draining the life out of me.
Regardless of those efforts, I couldn't let them cloud my judgement any longer. All, I had to do was wait and hope that with time they would fade away. I inwardly whined, at that thought. I had already tried that before and didn't exactly produce any favourable results.
The introduction to the Morston elite left me somewhat curious. A mixed bunch, since Thaddeus, was quite friendly, but at the opposite pole sat Viviene and the other women who prodded at me, just as curious as I was about them. It wouldn't have been an issue, but it revolved around Mason. It wasn't my place to tell, so I guessed that was what Enid disliked. From where I stood, that evening had been fruitful. I found Celeste, and hope that she would be able to provide me with some answers.
After donning my pyjamas, I slipped under the covers. I was in desperate need of some sleep. Fearfully, I snuggled into bed and hoped from the bottom of my heart that I wouldn't have to go there again. Even though I hated to admit it, the new development in my life helped keep my mind off Mason.
Although the evening hadn't panned out the way he had hoped, it was good to see that part of his life. And with that thought in mind, I slowly drifted to sleep and yet again, I found myself in the same white desert.
Groaning in frustration, I stood in the endless white and scoured my surroundings trying to understand why I was getting dragged into the same recurring dream.
Hugging myself, I turned left this time around. It felt colder this time around or maybe it was just me. It had been quite a day. I haven't been able to eat much, and what I ate, came right back up.
Just as before after walking for some time, I reached the same conclusion. There wasn't a single living being in that place. Whimpering, I sort of missed the monster who had greeted me before. Although, he wasn't a pleasant company, at least I wasn't alone.
Instead of that the earth beneath my feet began to shake, followed by a distant rumble. Raising my head, I looked up, trying to find the source of the tremor. Earthquake was the first thing that came to mind.
And before, I even had a chance to finish that thought, if found myself faced with the largest snowball in existence charging towards me at incredible speed. Instantly, I regretted my initial desire to explore that cursed place.
Running through the snow, with great difficulty, I found myself under the snowball faster than I had expected.
Gasping for air, and groaning in pain, I pushed myself up on the bed and stared at the wall in front of me. How was it even possible for a snowball to even exist? That place was flatter than my chest when I was fifteen.
Patting myself, I ached all over but luckily nothing was broken. I needed to find Celeste. At this point, I was out of ideas. I didn't know much about the mystic, not in depth.
Plopping myself on the bed, I turned to look out the window. It was still dusk. I hadn't been in there for more than a few minutes.
In an attempt to take my mind off the dream, I wondered how Mason was doing. That thought brought a bitter smile to my lips. It was difficult not to think of him.
Closing my eyes, I hugged the covers trying to get some sleep. I had a new mission to accomplish. I was looking forward to the next day, when with a bit of luck I would find some answers. Celeste was the beacon of hope, that I needed to keep me from losing my mind.