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“Thomas, please tell me I am not mad,” I begged, grabbing Thomas’s hands.
“Well, Rose, it rather depends on what situation you are talking about.”
I let out a puff of air in his face and he flinched, freeing his hands from my grasp. “Well, actually, I was talking about my sanity in general.”
He looked down and thought about it for a moment. “I suppose not. Although, your care for others needs to change,” he admitted, his eyes forming into slits to let me know that he was serious.
My lips formed into a tight line, Thomas always knew what to say to make me upset. “You needn’t worry about who I care for, Thomas,” I grumbled, clenching my fists and drawing them to my side.
He tilted his head a bit, and his eyes softened. “When will you stop acting like this?”
I stood there, thinking about his question.
“Acting like what?” I asked, deciding to avoid his question, as I did not know the answer myself.
He sighed, and I swore I saw a little bit of salty water on the rim of his eyes, making their blueness look like a large, empty ocean – an ocean waiting for someone to sail in them, to understand them.
“As you wish,” he finally breathed out, and walked away from me, immediately reprimanding a few guards at the entrance of City Hall.
Why must Thomas always worry about me? It was my father’s job – one he was not doing very well, granted – and I didn’t need another protector.
I looked to my left to gaze upon the busy city life, the rich once again looking down upon the poor, the poor dragging their bare feet in the mud. Nobody seemed to notice I was there – that, or they didn’t care. I’ve been somewhat invisible since my sister decided to pull a big one and marry Cade today. When the news broke out, I had been hoarded with questions, and I answered none, absolutely too sick about the news themselves to talk about them.
I hadn’t talked to Aiden ever since I rudely banished him from my room, but I had definitely seen him around town, his presence making my cheeks color.
Today was the day I was going to talk to him, it had been a mere two days since our last encounter, but my whole self was begging for more. My eyes begged for his beauty, my hands for his arms, my lips for his own.
The thing is, father prohibited me from leaving my bedroom after learning about my embarrassing my sister publically – it was in the paper the next day. I sneaked out with the help of Thomas – he escorted me out to the street, but stopped there, as his job was in jeopardy.
My eyes landed upon the glass shop, and my eyes immediately met his for two seconds, as I was too entranced to look away, but also too stubborn to keep eye contact. I stole a glance back to him and found him still staring, a smirk playing at his lips. There was an ambsace between us, but neither wanted to be the first to close it.
“Stop being a little princess and man up,” I thought, irked by the thought that I was a crosswalk away from talking to Aiden.
I took a deep breath and signaled the guards to stop traffic for me, and they quickly obliged everyone in the street to stop. As I was crossing, it didn’t seem as if they minded, though.
My feet quickly felt the familiar pavement of the glass shop, my nose delighting in the smells of burning candles, their dim light warming the twilight sky.
I searched for Aiden and found him at a counter, his head down.
I stood there awkwardly, not knowing whether to greet him or go away, so I made up my mind to walk around and look at the art he had.
There were amazing pieces all over the place, and I cherished in the beauty of each, examining the intricate etches and designs.
I picked up a glass heart, and admired it. It seemed to be burning from within, the orange sheen of the glass engulfing its red core.
“Is there anything you want?” A voice suddenly asked me, making me jump in return.
“EEEEP!” I exclaimed, my hands flying to my head, dropping the sculpture.
I instantly dropped my head, and my eyes widened at the heart, it seemed to be all in one piece, but upon further inspection, there was a slight crack making its mark across the middle. A throat was cleared and I looked up into blue-green eyes, ones full of passion and indecision, their iris widening.
“That will be 3 sterling pounds,” Aiden mumbled, his eyes flicking pointedly to the cracked sculpture.
My cheeks flamed. “What? There’s barely a crack.”
His eyes narrowed, “It’s still broken.”
I crossed my arms, preparing for my defense. “What, can’t you fix it? You’re the ‘skilled-glassmaker,’” I said mockingly.
His lip turned down into a frown. “No, once glass chips,” he began, “it can’t be repaired. Just like human heart,” he finished, his eyes turning sad and his shoulders sagging.
I blinked. That is exactly what I think…
“Oh, um… Okay,” I mumbled nervously, my eyes fluttering.
“Pay up.”
“What, Aiden? Are you going to treat me rudely again?”
“What?” he asked, eyes widening.
“You said you didn’t hate me, that you saw through my rough outside, that I’m like a Rose,” I said frantically, hoping I didn’t look like an idiot.
“What are you talking about? I don’t know you,” he answered, his hand going to his hip.
It felt like my mouth dropped to the ground. Doesn’t ‘know’ me? I kissed him for Pete’s sake! He shared all these gushy thoughts about me and my name – and now he doesn’t know me!
I will never learn to understand males.
“I know I’m not crazy, I know what happened three days ago in my room,” I grumbled.
“Well, sorry to break it to you, but you are. I have never seen you in my life,” he hissed back poisonously.
“I kissed you!”
“Maybe it was your pillow,” he retorted, smirking.
I resisted the urge to go around and drop everything in that shop. Instead, I just turned on my heel, and walked out.
***
My room never looked like a better place, I opened the door, and ran in, shutting it behind me. I went over to the window and looked into the glass shop, smiling when I saw Aiden at the street, turning his head side-to-side. He was probably looking for me, but I didn’t care one bit.
Flopping onto my bed, I heard the door open.
“Sweetheart, something has happened,”
I opened my eyes to take in my father’s powdered white face, tears streaking trails across his cheeks.
“What’s happened?” I answered, too concerned to correct him from calling me sweetheart.
“It’s mum,”
I felt tears welling up in my eyes, pricking the back of my throat. It really has been a terrible couple of weeks for me. First, my fiancé cheats on me with my sister, then the new boy I meet forgets me, and now this?
I really need a vacation.
What’s wrong with me? Something’s happened with my mum, and I’m thinking about my personal problems? How selfish am I?
“What’s wrong?” my father inquired, his eyes searching for any signs of sadness on my face.
“Don’t you think you know what’s wrong? You just told me something is wrong with my mother,” I spit out bitterly, enjoying the pained look on my father’s face.
“Well… there’s not exactly something wrong, but-“
“What is it!” I shouted angrily, making him flinch.
“Well, Rose, I… I don’t know how to say this. I know you were never particularly close to your mother. Actually, farther you were away from here than you were from me. And that’s ok, because I know we didn’t do you any justice by my becoming Mayor. And, well, you know she was sick.” He said frantically, trying to elongate what he needed to say.
I did not like his use of ‘was’ at all.
It is true, my mother was sick. She was very pale, and her hands and feet were always frigidly cold. I remembered her piercing touch as a child, she used to freeze me every time she touched my skin. Over the years, it got worse. First, she lost her ability to walk. About four months into my father becoming a mayor, she lost her ability to speak. And just a couple of months ago, she lost her ability to talk. None of these events affected me rather tragically. Just a tad bit of sadness knowing that the woman who gave me life was losing her own.
“Tell me. Now,” I demanded, grabbing his collar.
“She’s… gone.”
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