Chapter 13 To His Room
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1 kos what he was trying to ask–the relationship I shared with Stefan The question was worded in a roundabout manner so muldnt feel awkward Tanswered Yes very “Ineglected to elaborate since I had no idea how to I didn’t ask how he knew Stefan. However Everyone in Gemsdale probably knew who Stefan was
Neving my reliance to speak. Figaro said nothing more
Once I got home. I got out of the car and waved Figaro goodbye. “See you this weekend.”
Aria leaned on the window, staring at the residence. She muttered. “You’re living in a big house, and yet you are working part-
4 rowed onestly. Yes, I am I need to put food on the table. See you guys this weekend. Be safe.
them off until Figaro’s car was out of sight. Then I entered the house. Surprisingly. Stefan wasnt home, even though he riser than I did. Did he go smechere else? I did not think further and went to turn on the lights. The warmth of away my sadness, though only a bit I was about to go upstairs when I heard the hum of the engine outside.
täck. Stefan must have seen his car
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Sail mitted because of the episode in the restaurant. I refused to meet him. So, I went to my room and grabbed my pajamas. before entering the bathroom. I watched in silence as the water and pink bubbles slowly filled the bathrub up. It was an interesting process, one that could make me forget about my loneliness
Just when I
Once the bathtub was filled. I lowered myself into it and cleared my head. A wave of exhaustion washed over me
about to fall asleep, someone opened the bathroom door, and my eyes snapped open. The first thing I saw was Stefan
mind froze for a moment. Do you need anything”
He was standing by the door. He didn’t leave, nor did he come closer. His face, as usual, was inscrutable. A moment of silence late, he said. “Come to my room once you re done with your bath. Then he left, not even listening to what I had to say:
That was ambiguous. Anyone would have taken that the wrong way and I started wondering if he would do anything to me However, he didn’t seem to be drunk. I got out of the bathtub and got changed, then I went to his room. The door was wide open, but I didn’t ca Instead. I knocked on the door. Tm here What is it
He was sining on the chair facing the French window, staring into the distance
I tried to see what he was looking at but all that greeted me was the darkness of the night. He might have the vision to see through the veils of darkness, but I didn’t. He then pushed a wooden box that was sitting on his coffee table toward me. Its your mother’s Take it he said coolly
can old box that was dark–colored and petite. My heart skipped a beat when I saw it and I quickly approached the box to pick it up. That was my mother’s keepsake. No matter how long we wandered or how much we suffered, she would always keep this box on her. Something to important to her mast be in here.
The box disappeared without a trace after Mom died. I tried to search for it. Once, I thought it was buried along with my
other, but I never thought it would be in Stefans hands. But I didn’t blame him for keeping this a secret for so long. The jor of receiving my mothers keepsake once thought lost–overwhelmed what little frustration I had. My vision blurred, but I
in front of him, so I held my tears back “Thank you.”
