Chapter 1
I woke up with Eugene's arm wrapped around my waist. I shifted, trying to get up without him stirring. Inch by inch, I moved his hand, stopping every time something as small happened, like as his breath caught or his head adjusted. I had to be patient, after all, Eugene had always been a light sleeper. Must've been his days as a thief, I thought. After a good three minutes or so, I gently set his hand down beside me and sat up. The early morning sunlight was peeking through my open window, their rays brightening up the room.
"Morning honey..."
The deep mumbled words still had a calming effect, though some brightness were gone.
"Good morning." I replied, not turning to face him. Wordlessly, I slid off the bed and walked across the plush carpet floor. At the corner of my eye, I saw Eugene staring at me, a tired expression on his face. I ignored it as I pushed open the bathroom door effortlessly.
The marble floors were cold, though that I ignored too, as I crossed the unnecessarily large room to stand in front of a mirror that took up an entire wall. I then grabbed a brush nearby. My hair was up to my rib now, and it was getting darker as it grew. I brushed it, let it down, taking no time at all, and changed into a lacy golden day dress. Cocking my head, I inspected my appearance. I looked the same, yet completely different. My hair had turned wavy, and it looked as if I had dyed it to have an ombre effect. The ends were a chocolate brown yet the top of my head was just a shade above black. For that reason alone, I refused to cut it. I didn't like black hair on me. It looked too... dark. And I didn't need another source of sadness.
No, it wasn't that. Sadness wasn't the word. Was depression more like it? I didn't know the proper term. I stood there for about five minutes before I could clearly express what I was feeling. It was as if I was tired all the time, like everything stood still, and I had trouble finding joy in anything. I thought about it some more. Yes, I thought, you could see it in my eyes. Though there were no bags under them, their light had gone out, and I don't remember the last time I truly smiled with both my eyes and heart.
Thinking about it only saddened me more. Turning away, I brushed my teeth, trying to keep my mind off the subject. I thought about a new painting idea as I sprayed on perfume. How about birds, I wondered, or maybe the sun. Maybe Eugene would even model for me. I giggled as I thought about what silly poses I could get away with him doing. The giggle filled the room. Seems like these days only Eugene can lift my mood. I hung onto that thought as I stepped out the bathroom. He was my ray of sunshine, and I didn't want his brightness to be lost too.
Guys the first three chapters are gonna be kinda short. (Including the Prologue) So... yeah. K bai.