"Tweet tweet tweet," a chirpy, youthful voice echoed through the back of my mind, I ignored it as I soared swiftly. The melody was lively, but didn't hide the mocking tone slipping beneath it. "Aren't they adorable, tweet tweet tweet?" the voice continued, dripping with sarcastic amusement. "Those two lovebirds—shouldn't they have confessed by now? They're wasting precious time, don't you think?"
I chose to ignore the taunting remarks, my only focus was reaching my destination as fast as I can. Yet the voice persisted, its tone growing colder and sharper "Don't you agree, Gracefell? Ha! What a pathetic name—it's like something an edgy middle schooler would come up with. Really, how could you present yourself with such a ridiculous name?"
The laughter that followed was hollow yet laced with absurdity. "A cruel fool or a just a fool," the voice continued coldly, "I can't quite decide. But let's be honest, those two have discovered each other's feelings, yet neither will make a confession until this mission is over. You understand that, don't you?"
The voice dropped to a gentle whisper. "Mark my words, vile creature—you will fail, you will not save anyone. Act as if I don't exist if you must, but it won't change a thing. I expected nothing less from you. This is going to be quite entertaining." The voice's tone shifted back to its earlier cheerfulness as it concluded, "Don't forget their advice, okay?" With a final, mocking tweet, the voice faded away.
"Curse him!," I muttered, frustration seeping through me as the voice finally fell silent, but only because it chose to. My mood darkened as I shifted back to my human form upon reaching my destination.
As I examined the attire before me, I couldn't help but acknowledge Alex's words once again. The clothes seemed to carry a bad omen just by wearing them especially the mask, [ but I thought it will look great ]
With a heavy sigh, the attire shifted according to my will , the colors blending into a brighter theme. I glanced at the bouquet in my hands—a blend of pristine white lilies and vibrant red spider lilies. The contrast between them and how they blended make it look strikingly mesmerizing. [Well is it odd to gift something that bloomed from my own blood?] The thought flickered briefly, but I chose to dismiss it.
I approached the door and knocked gently. From inside, a soft voice called out, "I'm coming."
"Greetings. I hope I have not kept thee waiting too long?." As I spoke, a hint of surprise crossed her face, but she quickly composed herself.
"Don't worry," she replied warmly, "I was just preparing breakfast for us. Oh, what happened to your face?" Her face flicked to the mark on my cheek.
I instinctively raised a hand to cover my cheek, suddenly recalling, [I forgot to heal that bruise from Alex's punch. Damn him.]
"'Tis nothing," I said calmly, yet she didn't seem convinced. Ignoring my words, as she gently placed her hand over mine. A soft, divine light enveloped my face, erasing the bruise without a trace. We shared a moment of silence, facing one another. For a moment I wished if that blindfold didn't exist so I could see what lies beyond it [How can someone be so kind in a world that seems so rotten? Why would someone like her show such kindness to me? Why do I feel so much disgusted? ]
I took a deep breath, pushing those thoughts aside, and chose to embrace the silence But it was abruptly broken by a plume of smoke seeping from the room. "Oh no, I forgot the omelet!" she let out surprised yelp as she ran to the room
Feeling a bit awkward, I decided to follow her.
As I stepped inside, the room was engulfed in thick smoke. Despite opening the window, it clung into the air. The bouquet of flowers I had brought transformed into butterflies, their delicate wings fluttering as they guided the smoke outside.
Turning my attention to her, I saw the pan lying on the floor and her hand, which was visibly burned. I hurried over, but she remained strangely calm, her voice gentle as she said, "Well, I suppose the omelet is beyond saving, don't you think?"
"Verily, thou needst not inflict harm upon thyself for the sake of breakfast," I said.
She looked at me, her expression thoughtful. "You probably don't realize, but you've been asleep longer than you think. I thought a good breakfast might be a good idea."
I glanced down at the ground, the strange ache tugging at my heart. I replied calmly, "I am grateful for thy thoughtfulness. 'Tis kind of thee to put forth such effort. I was not particularly hungry, but I would not refuse a cup of coffee."
Her face lit up with a soft giggle. "Well, if that's what you want," she replied with soft smile
I made my way to the balcony, letting my thoughts drift as I gazed up at the sky. After a few moments, she joined me, handing me a cup of coffee. I smiled, and she returned it with a warm expression.
Standing beside me, she held a cup of tea. I took a sip of the coffee, savoring its rich flavor and the undeniable quality of the beans. The silence was soothing, yet my mind was filled with unanswered questions. It was sweet, the coffee was wonderfully sweet yet it was so bitter, but why drinking it brought such weird ache to my heart. This ache only grew stronger and stronger by each time and I didn't know why.
...I really didn't know