Why does his hair glow.“Great! Thank you so much Jericho, I’ll see you around!” I replied, trying to ignore just about the craziest fashion statement I’ve ever seen a person, let alone a waiter on duty, make. Maybe that was his thing. Did this cruise have a theme?
Was there a
theme that I didn’t know about? That would be unacceptable.
“Okay, well, have a good evening Jericho.” I said with a small wave. Quickly turning towards my room my hair flew up behind me along with my summer dress flaring up in the night time ocean breeze. Something about a cruise like this made everything just so.
I found myself walking away from Jericho with a huge grin, it had been a while since I had been this happy for no real reason. Even before I was kidnapped it wasn’t since I had met Gratia that I had really been having this much fun.
Walking up the steps to the rooms I saw Gratia on the deck. I thought about going to speak with her, ask if she was having a good time. But I learned a long time ago that sometimes the best way to ensure Gratia has a good time is to do absolutely nothing involving her at all. Not always, but she looked like she was pretty peaceful right now.
Best not to disturb her.
The wait for the elevator was almost as long as the ride up. I found myself pretty much just staring at the ceiling, waiting to arrive. It felt longer than it should’ve but it was a long night and I was tired so that was pretty much what I chalked it up to.
Walking into my room… Well, I mean, I’m technically an heiress. It was nice! Definitely.
Just nothing I haven’t seen before I suppose.
King sized bed with some typical Vacuan cotton, probably imported in recently. Leaping on to them and curling myself into a little Bianca Burrito I found myself staring at the ceiling again. What was I waiting for this time?
I felt some wetness on my cheek.A leak? In a place as nice as this?
I retreated out of my Bianca Burrito and flew up to the ceiling in order to inspect the leak. But I couldn’t find it.
I must’ve spent five whole minutes looking for it.
It took me that long to realize I was crying.
“No.”I’m fine.
I met a boy.
He might like me.
I’m fine.
Gratia is here.
I’m rejoining Beacon.
I am fine.
Estelle is a teacher now.
Everything is moving again.
The world is back to the way it’s supposed to be.
Why aren’t I fine?