Summary : [1]
The Clouds of the day were still covering the radiance of the sun but not enough to cover its morning light. The day might not be radiant; still the world continues.
As the world was following it is usual pace the small radiance that remained of the dreamer would be shared outside, with friends, in college, after sessions.
They were young, had their usual worries about their future but would evince all of it with a present moment full of laugther.
Eva would laugh to her heart's content, she would laugh till ugly smiling, she would laugh till the ache of her cheeks would calm her down.
Those were the days she laughed the most, those were the days where her soul felt like she found the comfort that she needed.
And those were the days where the sun replaced the morning rain.
As the moon was about to leave her place, that morning, a high pitch angry voice cut through the house.
."Mom, I got an 8/20 in my English homework, mom I told you that she would mess it up I am sure she didn't even take the time to do it properly, I knew it. I can't count on her" the dreamer's youngest sister shouted in anger and deception.
"Ooooh" the mother sighted.
"This girl, her selfishness is nothing new, she didn't even take the time to do it properly, she just wanted to get rid of it quickly" she screamed back with anger and annoyance.
"Three days, she had three days to do it. I trusted her" she added as she threw her papers on the floor.
The same floor that Eva refused to lay her bare feet on.
The coldness of it was repelling in front of her cover's warmth. The only nominated safe place where the sky was able to let go of its rain.
What she felt as an empty shelf was thinking about the three nights, she took out of her day to finish that English project, for her to make sure it was well done.
During one of those months where her people couldn't drink or eat during the day.
Eva would come back from college, her mom would immediately rush her into the kitchen:
."Eva I need your help now please, otherwise diner is never going to be ready on time", so obviously she would change her clothes, washes her hands and immediately come down to the kitchen,.
Then she would wash the dishes before diner to minimize the amount after eating.
She would then take a break of an hour, then work on her sister's project while leaving hers untouched.
This cycle would repeat itself for 2 more days.
When the untouched homework had a chance to be consulted, her mind felt full and heavy, as if there was no space left to think. No information could circulate her brain, no new information could penetrate it.
Her mind was dead.
Exhausted, she asked a friend if he had already done the assignment.
She planned on copying parts of it and change them, just enough to make it her own. It was not something she was proud of, but at that moment, it felt like the only option she had.
Her teacher was strict and attentive. During class, he asked each student to explain their work in detail.
"Could you explain why you chose that variable?" he asked Eve
"I..because...well it is clear that" she stuttered, stumbled, unable to justify choices she hadn't fully made herself.
Trading the redness of a laughing ache with shame. Not because she didn't understand, but because she knew, she could have.
"If I had been given the time, the quiet, the energy, I would have done it properly" She thought
But all of that had already been used up elsewhere.
"You can never ask her anything" she heard as she was sobbing feeling emptier after every falling drop.
"Again" she thought. "Another sacrifice yet again"
"You are exagerating, what sacrifice are you talking about, others have it worse than you and are way better off than you in their studies" a voice echoed.
At night while everyone was sleeping, she went up to the terrasse to contemplate the shining stars in the dark sky, a cloudy sky that didn't allow many lights to be seen.
"You should have never been the one to leave" she thought, as the cold wind gently pressed her red cheeks.
The sky was getting cloudier as it was shutting off its lights.
Coldness would reach every piece of visible skin, her half covered hands, her face and it is falling tears, all of it became numb as she was still hoping for a star to be seen, but clearly there was nothing worth seeing anymore, and there were no reasons anymore to remain in this ice cold terrasse.
"I pray for a cold strong enough to numb what cannot be released from my throat.
I pray for a cold strong enough to numb what cannot be released from my chest,
I pray for a cold strong enough to numb my soul, just like it numbed my fingers"
Those prayers would transfer her pain into somebody else's system.
Behind the roof of the terrasse was hiding a stoic looking black headed man whose mind replayed the ending of a story he didn't not want to see again.
"She needs to be reminded," he thought before coming back to the corridor's palace.
"Is she alright?" Jacob calmly asked
"She is still alive for now, but she does need a break"
. "Got it" Jacob answered after taking a big breath "I think he is in the climbing room"
"Well, call him, she needs to feel safe again" he added with a smile
[1] After the princess’s death, tension rises within the palace as Arnold and Rayane discuss who truly deserves condolences and whether the princess’s sister already knows the truth.Rayane, a stoic protector with a painful past, refuses to act hastily despite pressure to awaken the last heir of the Tagliditse family and restore the kingdom’s rule.As snow falls over the castle, he leaves with quiet determination resolved to protect the kingdom’s final source before she falls from her Terras.