When I opened my eyes the room was bright and there was a faint smell of blood on the tip of my nose.
I frowned faintly and felt empty in my mind for a moment before remembering what happened yesterday.
It seems that the symptoms of my death appeared and my body collapsed. Although this is what came to my mind, there is a strong feeling of uneasiness. As if my body was invaded by an unwanted guest.
I kicked out this strange obsession and pulled my body sit down in moderation. The pain came from my hand made me more conscious and nibbled. When I looked at her I opened my eyes wide and stared in amazement.
It was full of several bite marks and blood had frozen on it. There were several purple and blue bruises that looked terrible and disfigured.
Did I do that?
I held my eyebrows and felt them gently, but with just a small touch a kind of spark of pain and numbness passed. I don't remember very well, my mind was completely confused at the time.
I sighed before standing up and taking a look at my little sister. When she was sleeping soundly and curled up in the center of the quilt, I felt relieved that I woke up first.
Usually my sleep is very heavy and the least amount of sleep I can get is ten hours. It's very rare that I wake up after sleeping for three or four hours.
Anyway, I cleaned the floor and disinfected my hand before wrapping it in a white bandage.
It's starting to get warm but the air is a bit cold so I wore a soft black skirt to the knee with loose sleeves and tight at the wrist.
Dark purple hair fell over my shoulders and covered my back without any zigzags.
I haven't felt the presence of Andreas yet. He's not coming home
I bit my lower lip and walked out of the room quietly. When I stood at the stairs, I stopped for a moment and turned my head to the door on the other side.
Much bigger and bigger room. I wet my lips and my heart beat hard when a small thought crept into my head.
I couldn't help my cheeks glow, but no one blames me, I miss him unbearably.
I stood there hesitantly and then in the end only my desire led me and I entered his room.
He didn't exist and no one would see me, my heart was trembling and my face was heating up with tension from being caught.
I walked with quick steps and opened his locker.
He has a bad habit of throwing away his clothes without thinking about washing them. Due to his well-being he does not wear his shirt twice and is thrown straight.
Otherwise, all his clothes are black shirts, black trousers and a black coat. You will not see another color in this closet.
I frantically searched his closet and didn't find any shirt thrown aside. I frowned and a wave of depression and frustration attacked me.
I thought it would stay at least for a while before he threw it away. The Amethyst eyes rippled and my tears threatened to fall.
What should I do After that, I thought that if I smelled it, it could ease the heaviness in my chest a little.
My teeth gnawed my lower lip and I bent my head slightly. At that moment my gaze accidentally fell on the corner of the bed and saw Nora and Naima there.
It's as if the whole world has been reduced and all my attention is focused on the black piece of fabric thrown away in a chaotic manner.
My heart throbbed and I felt my body unconsciously moving towards her, irresistible seduction.
He obviously put this shirt on and threw it carelessly on the bed. My eyes twinkled and the situation gave the impression that the shirt was a weak prey trembling and Alice attacked it without any mercy.
I jumped on the bed and bent my knees, sitting carefully in front of him. Slowly I raised my hand and superficially touched this luxurious and soft fabric.
As if it were a precious thing and for fear of damaging it, I could not treat it rashly and held it very carefully between my slender fingertips.
Over time, my heart increased and I raised it to my nose. A smell exploded overwhelming all my senses and I closed my eyes taking a deep breath while burying my face in it.
My lungs filled up to suffocation and physiological tears gathered in the corner of my eyes from the intensity of happiness and satisfaction I felt.
The smell of tobacco was not aggressive and harsh. It was a faint, masculine fragrance.
I didn't see him putting on a previous perfume. but when his pheromones aren't floating around, I'll smell something like that on his body.
My eyebrows relaxed and I finally felt lighter. The structure of Andreas flashed through my mind over and over again, and I inhaled it without stopping.
It's as if I have found an antidote that dispels the penetration of the poison that has invaded my soul.
I sighed with relief after a long time and pulled his shirt off my face. I was completely refreshed and although there was a void, I was not so lazy as before.
I blinked at the shirt and wanted to take it and inhale more, but I was worried that its smell would disappear and I would not find anything to calm the wildness of my loss of Andreas, so I very carefully put it on the bed and arranged it as if it were an antique and rare treasure.
"haaah..."
I exhaled with relief and stretched several times, ' what am I doing today?'
As soon as I wondered I suddenly remembered the back garden and seeped into my mind the painful roar of the suffering Dragon.
My heart that was just relieved contracted and my face distorted with a frown, I completely forgot about it because of the mess of my body.
But is Andreas okay
He's the king of monsters, so he won't get hurt easily, right?
I actually didn't know anything about Andreas or the king of monsters in particular.
Just by mentioning his name, animals and monsters will collapse on their knees in loyalty and panic.
His name has a prestige on its own, so what will it be about the person himself. Therefore, I have always looked at him as a mountain that does not collapse and does not crack.
His expression is rigid and has not changed much since I saw him, he is mysterious and never talks about himself.
Not that we're close enough to talk about ourselves, but now when I think about it, I feel upset and sad.
I want to know why his heart is not beating, why his body is cold, why he is leaving and where he is going, is he okay.?
I swallowed all these questions and even if he was here he would not answer them.
I sighed and after I got a little active I didn't Want get depressed again so I pushed all these thoughts away.
At that moment a candlestick that was installed on the wall next to the closet caught my attention.
Andreas's room or the whole House did not have lamps. The chandelier in the basement is candles, and in the rooms a small candlestick was placed on the table next to the bed.
The palace looks very desolate and gloomy, although it is an old and attractive style and gives the feeling that you are living in another era.
But the atmosphere is different inside, especially when Andreas is not around and the air is cold and lonely.
I blinked for a moment, then stood up and approached him. Why would a candlestick be placed here without any sense!.
My eyelashes bent, casting a shadow on my eyelids, and I slowly raised my hands, feeling it. When I grabbed it, it was suddenly pulled down and there was a slight vibration in the Cabinet.
"huh?"
I jumped back in amazement and watched her slowly move to the side, when an annoying buzzing sound came and dust piled up under her as if she hadn't moved for a hundred years.
After a while I stood and looked at that square-shaped door in the floor and the dust floats in the sunlight.
"..."
It's the peculiarities of Andreas however....
My lips trembled a little and my eyes darted in place. There is no one, Andreas does not exist.... Let's take a dose and satisfy our curiosity.
My lips retreated into a smile that I couldn't restrain, and perhaps because I had tagged him, my desire to get to know Andreas more and get to know him worsened.
My happiness at this moment when I grabbed the tip of a small thread was even greater than when I found his shirt.
I bent down and inserted my fingers into the small hole before pulling the door up.
As soon as I opened it, a dark gap appeared and there are stairs leading down. The dust in the air worsened and a wave of cold air attacked me, rubbing against my skin and made my body hair stand up with chills.
Since it was very dark inside, I took the candlestick that was on the table next to the bed and, having lit it, went downstairs.
My face was illuminated with a low light and I got down slowly. It's getting colder with every step and thanks to Kwiki I don't feel cold anymore.
But I noticed that there is a thin layer of ice covering the stairs and it thickens as I go deeper.
Eventually I reach an ICE entrance and there is a square-shaped space the size of Andreas ' room. Everything is icy and I walked very carefully for fear of falling.
In that darkness it was penetrated by the light of the candle and I was able to identify the shadowy shapes that existed.
In fact, it was completely empty except for an ice cylinder in the middle and on top of it floated a black crystalline stone surrounded by black threads like ink.
A very tiny part of the stone's head appeared giving a white flash trying very hard to survive
Although the shadows float over him a lot, he is the most prominent thing in this room.
Then in the corner a thick book was casually thrown and was covered with thin ice.
I stared at that stone for a while and there was a strong feeling of fascination. It felt like the gravity of the world was being put there and pulling me towards it.
But the strange obsession with insecurity and the alarm of danger made me bite and I resisted my desire to get closer to the stone.
Instead, I dragged my feet with difficulty and went to the book. When I touched it, the ice began to melt slowly and evaporated, the skin of the book became dry and clean.
"Piura stone"
The faint whisper reverberated in the room and sent chills floating in the air.