Hello! Another chapter of Altered Essence. *sigh*, I know it's awfully short but I'm running low on inspiration. Hopefully it'll come back to me soon, seeing it took me months to write such a short chapter. aka, I'm lazy ahaha (; But anyways, Hope you enjoy the stories progression.

Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara! Just my ideas and OC, Cecile.

I woke up early, but I stared at the ceiling for a long time. I didn't understand how I woke up so early when I hadn't slept at all last night. I didn't want to talk. I didn't want to do anything at all. All I could do was stare at the ceiling.
I looked over to an alarm clock placed on the drawer next to the bed, and I saw that it was now 9:30 am. I had been staring at the ceiling for almost 2 hours. I heard footsteps outside of my room and I was surprised that Izaya was up a bit later (or earlier) than usual. He might've been up before but I wasn't sure. I ignored the noise and stared at the ceiling again.

Yesterday was haunting me, I swore. I sighed, wishing that yesterday was all just a dream; when Izaya slowly peeked through the door. Gosh, He was so nosy. I glanced over at him, faking a smile.
He walked closer to me, and tilted his head, giving me a half-smile, "Don't do that. I know you well enough to know that's not a real smile."

I sighed, looking back up at the ceiling, "I'm just tired, that's all."

He laughed, "You said that yesterday too!" I didn't feel like more of his jokes.

Sure, I said it yesterday, but I was tired today, and this time in honesty I was. "I don't want to go anywhere today, Izaya. Please, let's not."

He smiled the sweet smile he always gives me. "Aah, I understand. You don't have to. I have to go out on a few errands, one of which is a new coffee place." He laughed, mumbling to himself, "Mmm..Coffee."

I stared at him, a slight smile escaping my lips. "Well, If you want coffee, then go get it. Finish your errands quick too..." I fake laughed, making it sound as real as possible, "I'll get lonely." I actually really wanted to be alone for a while.

Izaya smiled and waved a good-bye before he stalked off. I heard the shower water running and closing of doors and such. Then I heard him walk out the door. I flipped over on the bed and stared at the wall. I noticed I was crying again.

The bedroom door squeaked open a few hours prior to when he left and I wiped my eyes, silencing my sobs. I felt Izaya poke me lightly, "Cecile..You awake?"
I didn't say anything, as I hoped he would just leave me be. I closed my eyes and buried my head in the blanket.

He let out a laugh and lifted his hand off my back, "Okay, I get it, I get it. I'll leave you alone." And I kept my eyes closed, listening to his footsteps flutter out of the room. The door quietly shut and I listened to him walking and turning things on and dishes clacking as he moved them and set them down.

I wiped my red puffy eyes and quickly walked to the washroom, hiding my face from his site. I didn't want him to see me crying. Then he would start worrying and asking questions. A curious cat, he is.

After a long period of time, I figured my eyes wouldn't be puffy and red anymore, so I walked out to the fairly large living room, which held a large Hitachi television and sat down, resting my elbow on the arm of the chair while my right hand was placed on my chin, holding it up and hiding my face away. Izaya wasn't in the living room, I wasn't going to look for him, but damn was I curious. I didn't even know all the rooms of his apartment yet. I haven't explored, even after living here for a couple of weeks I should've known. I lifted my head up, placed my hands neatly on my legs and sat straight, peeking my head over to see if he was there from time to time.

Complete silence.
Did he go out without me knowing?

I decided to find out. I searched around the house, first, knocked on the bathroom door, "Hello? Izaya?" No answer. Knocked on Izaya's bedroom door, calling his name again in the form of a question. No answer yet again. I then looked in the other rooms, hoping he was there. I looked in what seemed to be a room where he stored books and info, which he was also nowhere to be seen. Then I looked in a room which seemed to be just a storage room, full of old and different things that he (probably) didn't use anymore. I decided to go out into the living room again, but I strayed to the kitchen. I walked in circles, starting to get nervous. Why was I nervous? Did something happen that I somehow feel? I can't answer my own questions. I walked over and sat on the couch, crying somehow yet again. I don't know whether I was crying about Izaya, or what happened the other day that pains me to speak of.

I huddled my legs up to my chest and cried again, unknown of what I was upset about.