This chapter has been revised.
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I feel so loved...err... I mean... my fanfic feels so loved-wait that didn't come out right....
Chapter Six:
Rendezvous
Anzu's POV
I gasped in awe when I sighted the spectacular lights of the city and the sheer size of the buildings. I walked slowly, step by step, as if it were my first time in a place like this.
And in a way, it was.
I glanced around and noticed faintly, that here was a place where no one would recognize me.
A place where I could forget everything in the past...
An elderly woman caught my eye, a woman with decaying brunette hair, a woman with piercing blue eyes that bore into my own.
I smiled softly and gathered my luggage, heading towards her direction.
...and move on.
I settled my bags on a nearby mahogany table and scrutinized the room.
It was large, I noted absently.
Transparent cream-colored curtains, trimmed with black lace, draped over the single tall window. An extravagantly hand-crafted dresser lay on the side of the room, a small but quaint burgundy rug under it.
A mirror, with black painted edges hung on the pale white wall, making a startling contrast. Iron and wooden candlesticks stood on the matching black end table, acquainted with a small porcelain vase that held nothing.
My eyes lingered too long on the empty vase and I wordlessly looked away to examine the bed.
The sheets, like the walls, were of a pale white color.
I sat carefully on the edge of the bed, then lied down a few minutes after. The expensive silk material felt cool to my skin, and I relished the feeling.
I readjusted myself on the mattress and I silently watched the hands of the clock go from one number to the next, a hand inattentively fingering one of the many strands of auburn hair that lay sprayed across the soft pillow in several directions.
Tick... tick...
She pressed a cold, spindly hand to my perspiring forehead, a look of concern marring her perfect features. A rough cough wracked my delicate figure, which my mother deemed fragile at the moment.
The bright blue sheets that cocooned my body felt so restraining, felt so suffocating. My body was scorching and tears of frustration threatened to fall.
She murmured words of assurance to me before removing the sheets around me and cuddling my own body to hers. She rocked me to and fro, pressing soft kisses against my forehead.
"Shh... it's okay... It's going to be alright."
I sniffled loudly and clutched her sweater.
She laid me down on the bed once more and stood up to open the window.
I welcomed the cool breeze and sighed contentedly, coughing immediately after that.
"...I ...I wanna go... I wanna go to school..."
She glanced at me disapprovingly but her eyes softened somewhat when she caught sight of my coughing fits.
"Anzu... there's a fine difference between wasting a morning in bed... and wasting your life."
Coughing, I turned to her and watched her organize the pile of dirty laundry through my hazy vision.
I blinked before rubbing my eyes to rid of the haziness and yawned.
After a few minutes, she pulled down the window and gathered the clothing into her arms, clothing that belonged to me, clothing that were stained with my blood.
Tick... tick.
I smiled sadly and burrowed deeper into the sheets, knowing that for once, I wouldn't worry about time. I closed my eyes and relaxed under the covers.
I'll waste this whole morning in bed.
End Chapter
This chapter has been revised.
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