(Author’s POV)
"I don’t know what really happened between you and Nora, but~ ... it is just that .... you guys have been like ...... how should I put it .... crib mates? Yeah, crib mates, together since the beginning. You have been so much together. So, I just find it sad that you guys aren’t talking to each other," Yelena expressed her heartfelt view on the situation.
Myra bit her bottom lip, in order to stifle her tears, her eyes had gotten slightly moist. She got emotional as she heard these words. From the past year, she hadn’t talked to Nora nor has she even ntioned about her to anybody, not to Yelena, not to her parents or Wendy, not to anyone.
She thought she had already left her past behind, that Nora’s na didn’t affect her anymore. That she was just a fragnt of her past which she has left behind in Damona. But, boy ... how wrong was she.
The air turned heavy and sulky, morose as Yelena could sense the sudden shift in Myra’s mood. She didn’t say another word, just patted Myra’s shoulder softly and said, "It is getting late, maybe we should return back to your ho now."
Myra just nodded in response absentmindedly as they both walked back to Myra’s house. The walk was silent but not tranquil, neither of them spoke anything on their way back ho. But their minds were racing with nurous thoughts, the worries of their own.
After entering the house, they were going upstairs to their respective rooms. Just then Sandra ca out of hers and asked, while rubbing her groggy eyes, "Did you two go on a night walk?"
"Yes, mom," Myra answered, her voice low, a bit weary.
Sandra sensed it. She tried to lighten the mood, "A walk after dinner is good for one’s digestion. From tomorrow on, can I join you both?"
"Why are you being all formal, Aunt Sandra? Of course, you can co with us," Yelena answered, her tone light. "But what are you doing? I thought you and Uncle had already gone to bed."
"Ohh~ ... we ran out of water, so I ca to get a refill. Do you both need anything? Should I bring warm turric milk for you?" Sandra asked affectionately.
"Thanks for asking, Aunt. But I am going to hit the sack now," Yelena replied while yawning.
Myra also declined politely, "Mom, you must have been exhausted after a long day of work. You should rest as well, good night."
"Are you sure you both need anything?" Sandra asked again.
"Yes, mom. We are good," Myra answered, trying to sound casual.
"If you say so, then, good night, baby. Good night, Yelena," Sandra replied softly and walked away.
Seeing her receding figure, both Myra and Yelena headed upstairs to their respective rooms one after another.
Yelena was living in the spare guest bedroom in the Miracle’s house. When she first arrived in Esteria, two weeks ago, her plan was to move to the university’s dormitory but the Miracle’s offered her to stay with them, as they had a spare room and they were close as well. Yelena was thrilled and took on the offer at once.
Back in Damona, her parents were usually busy with their professions and her relationship with her grandmother wasn’t particularly a good one, so she always craved a normal family ti with her loved ones. Sharing food with them, telling them about how your day went and all the little stuff, Yelena yearned for that. Though lowkey, she wanted to have a family like Myra’s, with no drama and just affection, pure, unadulterated affection towards each other.
"Myra~ .... I~ ..... whatever I said earlier, don’t take it to heart," Yelena mumbled quietly as she felt guilty for making Myra’s mood gloomy.
Her friend didn’t answer. Myra just twisted her doorknob and was about to enter when Yelena called out concernedly, her voice was a bit edgy, "MYRA~?"
Myra was pulled out of her inner monologue as she jolted back replied, "Huhh?"
Yelena’s brows wrinkled at Myra’s reaction. She was silent for a few seconds, exhaled a long sigh and then said, "I~ ... ahh~ nothing. I just said, good night, sweet dreams."
Myra gave her a tired smile and replied back, "Good night," and went inside her room, her door shut quietly.
Yelena didn’t enter her room. She just stared at Myra’s door for a while and thought, ’What could possibly have happened between her and Nora that she is behaving so out of place? I hope, I didn’t ss up her sleep.’ Shaking her head, she too went inside her room.
Myra walked slowly walked towards her wardrobe, took out one of her pajamas and strode towards the bathroom, as she was sweating a bit after a night stroll.
Standing beneath the black shower faucet, warm water oozed out of the nozzle and trickled down Myra’s face and then trailing down her body. She thought it could make her relax and disperse these thoughts that keeps invading her mind. Yelena’s words were stuck inside her head as she thought about how Nora was doing.
In the past year, she may not have talked about Nora with anyone but every now and then, when she was alone, she would reminiscence about her ti with Nora, how close they were, how happy they were. She has always treated Nora like a younger sister. The thoughts made her happy as well as filled her with sorrow.
One ti, when she went to a party organized by her departnt, the topic about her ca. No one really knew about Myra, nor did they know where she ca from so they were all curious to know about her. But seeing her reluctance, most of them gave up but there were few bad eggs amongst them, who made her drink, more than her original capacity. Initially, she tried to decline politely but on continuous insistence from few of her seniors, she gave in. She didn’t want to be seen like a stuck up person and wanted to mingle well, so she drank more than her usual limit.
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