A/N: I'm horrible at updating, I know! I really got stuck a this chapter and I'm not greatly happy with it, but here you go! I'll try to update more frequently, but I start school very very soon, and it's my last year at my current school so I need to be sure that my grades are the best (which means an entire year with books, yay .-.) Though I'll try to update as often as I can, I don't promise anything. Anyway, enjoy~!
It wasn't the first time I was at Feliks's house, but this time, it was so, so much different. The house seemed so quiet, so plain, so unfamiliar. I've never seen it like that before. Hell, I never even knew it could turn to be like that. This place was always so bright, and full of colour. The corridors were never quiet. Whether it was the piano, some boy band's new song, or just pure laughter, the silence didn't exist in here.
Their family consisted of five people. Each had different personalities, dreams, cravings and desires. They were like pieces of a puzzle. Each one unique, with a different shape and colour. They were different, but they fit one another. Just like a puzzle, from few pieces they created a picture. But... what happens to the picture, if you remove one piece of the puzzle? It becomes incomplete. Once you don't have all the pieces, the picture is gone forever. Sure, you can try to recreate it without the missing piece. Or even try to replace the missing one. But it won't be the same as before. Without even a one single element, the whole picture falls apart.
A puzzle will never be complete if it misses its piece.
Mrs. Łukasiewicz was just like I remembered her, kind, generous, polite and caring. She'd ask how was our journey, how were my brothers, what grades I finished this year with. She got along with my mother very well. They talked about how it is to be a single mother, how hard to deal each one of us is, and typical motherly subjects like that. Hedvika, Feliks's older sister, also didn't really change. She was always the responsible and mature one. It's not that surprising, she was the oldest siblings, finishing 21 this September, if I remember correctly. She loved her family, and she always expressed it – something I'm not able to do, for example. Even though she was very overprotective, and sometimes scarily angry because of the stupidest things, she wished the best for each one of her siblings. I haven't really met a lot with her, because she lived in Prague, where she studied. She was on the fourth year of architecture, if I'm not mistaken. I wasn't really surprised to see her in Warsaw, Feliks's her brother after all, and from all his stories about her, I knew that she really cared. She didn't seemed to be sad though, that's probably because she was hiding it. The one visibly depressed over what happened – except me – was Felicja, Feliks's twin sister. They were always close to each other, being not only siblings but also great friends. Even thought they were arguing a lot, they loved each other. I wasn't very shocked to see Felicja being almost in tears, her eyes watery and empty. From the looks, Feliks and Felicja looked exactly the same, both had shoulder length blond hair, bright green eyes, pale white skin. Their personalities were what was complete different (and their gender, but that's not the point). Feliks was shy and avoided public situations as much as possible. Felicja, on the other hand, loved being surrounded by people and had no problem with speaking with strangers. From this two, Feliks was the one who was able to hide his emotions, Felicja being a completely open book. The youngest from the household, Miloš, currently was with Mrs. Łukasiewicz's brother. She decided to spare him the sad atmosphere, and bring him home when everything will be back to normal. That is if there's still a change for everything to be normal again.
The evening came quickly, the day being closer and closer to its end. My mom, Mrs. Łukasiewicz and Hedvika were in the kitchen, talking about stuff adult women talk about, while me and Felicja were sitting in the lounge. Neither of us was really involved in the conversation, so we just sat quietly, the silence filling the room. Usually she was very chatty, same about me. I didn't really feel like getting into the talk today. I was tired, from the plane trip, this whole atmosphere and situation, and well, I guess that my lack of sleep was showing now. The silence was ringing in my ears, my head was resting on my knees, my eyes slowly closing. The fact that this room had dimmed lightning didn't help.
"Are you seriously falling asleep?" Felicja's voice brought me back to being awake – well, at least partly awake. I put my head up, looking at her. "It's barely nine."
"In my time zone, it's ten." I responded, rubbing my eye.
"What are you, five? Falling asleep at ten is not your thing, you're the one who stays awake till three am."
"I haven't really slept yesterday. At all." she raised her eyebrows, looking at me slightly surprised.
"Are you insane or what? Even I slept for few hours."
"Just couldn't fall asleep. " we both sat in silence for few seconds, until she stood up from the sofa. I sent her a questioning look.
"There's no point in sitting here when you're clearly far, far away from being awake. Come on, let's go upstairs." I nodded and stood up, following her. We left the living room and went up to the first floor. We walked down the corridor, walking past every one of three guest rooms.
"Feli..?" I asked, as she passed the last guest room.
"You're not staying in the guest room." she said, walking towards the last door at the right. "I hope you don't mind that you're sleeping in here."
"No, it's fine." I answered, as she pushed the door open. Feliks's room looked pretty much the same as always. Walls were grey, and furniture black. The rug, lampshade, desk chair and curtains were red, the bedding was with London (grey and black with red accents), and just above the bed hung a big, framed photo of the landscape of London. The desk was covered in books, the closet doors were open, some shoes lye in the corner, and in the entire room, there were music sheets randomly thrown over the floor, bed, rug, desk, bookshelves. What can I say, exactly nothing changed since the last time I was here.
"Does he really never clean this place? How can somebody sleep in a place like that." Felicja mumbled, walking inside, gathering all the papers lying on the bed and putting them on the desk. I closed the door behind me, and walked towards the bed.
"Make yourself comfortable. If you'll need anything, or something, you know where I am." the blonde said, smiling at me lightly. "Goodnight"
"Night." I responded, and no more than five seconds later, I was alone. I sighed, running my hand through my hair. I haven't even noticed that my suitcase was in here before. I walked towards it, pulling out something to sleep in. I didn't bothered with going to the bathroom to just change, instead I changed here, leaving the clothes I had on myself in one of the suitcase's pockets. Then I got back to the bed, first sitting on in, before actually lying down. I glanced at the clock at the bedside table. Nine twenty. That's the first time I went to bed that early from my own will. I sighed, nuzzling into the pillow. It smelled just like Feliks. Chocolate, apples, and something I wasn't able to name. Probably his natural scent. It all blended together so nicely, creating the sweetest scent I have ever smelled before. It may be weird, but I often told him that he smelled nice. He'd always say that I'm weird for saying that, but I'd notice him blushing anyway. That scent suits him. Sweet, delicate and fresh. As I slowly fell into unconsciousness, I reminded myself all the times I was able to fall asleep holding him, feeling the warmth of his body. And then wake up to see his sleeping face, and be the first person he smiles at. I wish I could start and finish every day just like that.