Elena
Ava’s mansion is always quiet. I wish I could have somewhere like this as home. Then my life would be colorful and beautiful like the living stream water, beautiful with those glorious sparkling butterflies.
I see Ava in her black short and a tank top waving at me. My anger gradually reduced on the way. I put my car to a stop as I get down immediately. When I see her face, the water work wants to start again, I run to her falling heavily on her arms. “Ava.” I grieve, fighting back the tears.
“Hey, honey. You are here with me now. I promise you will be alright.” she pats my back. I stay on her shoulder for a while not wanting to get up, I miss her.
Some minutes later, I finally slid out of her arms, “You kept me worried, Elena. You told me nothing, not even a clue of what happened that day.” she grumbles. Her face looks cute when she does that making me smile.
“I’m sleeping over tonight, and we will definitely catch up, best.” I touch her cheek, so soft as always.
“Come on, let’s get inside.” she grabs my hand as she leads the way upstairs. It is a little quiet as always, wondering if she is home alone.
“Are you alone here, Ava?” I arch my brows. I know why I’m asking. I want to be at the living room instead of her room. The TV in the living room is bigger and the sofa is large enough to engulf me, in case I need to dip my body into something, something warm and large.
It could have been the arms of my mates, but they rather accuse me than trust me. Fucking bastards, I whisper to myself.
“I’m kind of alone. Diana is around too, but she is still unconscious.” I was scanning around the living room when I hear the sad tone from her voice.
“Diana? Unconscious?” I raise my brow. The name sounds familiar like she has mentioned it before.
“Yes, my favorite maid. She fell off the stairs, Elena.” her eyes turn into slits.
“Holy shit!” I imagine the fall in my head, it must have been brutal and very ugly to fall that high.
“I’m sorry, Ava.” I sincerely apologize. I don’t want to imagine it again because it’s as though something is moving inside my body.
“That’s alright, I know she will wake up one day. Do you want to see her? She’s upstairs. We can get to my room after that.” she tells me, still holding my hands in hers. It feels warm. I forever want to be held like this, but unfortunately you never get what you wish for so badly.
“Can I see her?” I ask as though uncertain if I will be able to tolerate seeing her in coma, after knowing she fell off that height.
“If you want. What’s up? You look like you’ve been crying all day. Your eyes look swollen and I’m worried.” she drones, as she takes me upstairs without my response.
“Is it obvious?” I inquire. I didn’t cry too much when I left Avera or bumped Riley on my way. It could be when I was driving up here. I was alone so I could let out whatever water gathering up in my eyes.
“It’s not. But not for me, you can’t hide nothing from me, remember?” she proves a fact then winks so I smile.
“She’s in this room, Elen.” she points at a door we are standing in front of. We both stand for a while, glancing at each other, as if we are scared of seeing her. We feel we might have our hearts heavy, when our way out but either ways, we need to check on her.
“Let’s go in.” I tell her, pushing the door open myself. I gasp when I see her, but Ava drops her gaze on her feet.
She doesn’t want to look at her and I know why. Ava hates seeing people in pain. I can boldly say that is why she doesn’t like seeing or hearing about Avera, because of me.
“Her eyes are still closed.” I whisper as though my throat’s dry.
“Did she really fall off the stairs? Like how was she that careless?” I question through difficulty in breathing.
“I don’t know. Mom said she fell off the stairs, but Diana has always been careful since I know her. I don’t really know what happened. Mom hasn’t answered all my questions about it. She tells me she is always busy.” her voice gets lost in her throat.
I look from Diana to Ava. If we continue to stay here in this room, she might end up being the one, having to cry in my arms tonight.
“Ava, that’s okay. We can find out some other time. Can we go to your room now?” I urge her. I don’t want to see her breaking down, it will be the end for me. I don’t think I will cope with that, because I could see the water gathering up in her brown eyes already.
“Sure, let’s go. I have some snacks kept in my rooms for you.” she sniffs.
“Really?” I exclaim. I want to brighten up the atmosphere.
“Yes. So, are you gonna tell me what happened and why you’ve been secretly crying? Those tears were secret ones, Elena.” she purges out, my stomach groan out of embarrassment, following with the redness on my cheek. I can’t hide anything from Ava.
Definitely those were secret tears I had shed in the car, but she always fucking read me like a book. I sigh, in between laughter and cry.
“Ava, how does it feel having your mom sell the very house you had the best memories with you dad, with that one person you cherish so much?”
“Wait, wait…let me get this straight…” she takes in a breath as if what I just spit out snatches the air from her lungs. “What?” she yells out afterwards. Now, she get what I meant.
“Jeez, that fucking bitch! How could she?” she runs her hands into her hair as though she’s driven insane by what I just spit out.
“Yes. She got my dad’s house sold out, Ava. And there was nothing I could do about it.” now my heart is sinking as I think about it. I thought thinking about it after I have cooled off wouldn’t still hurt, but no. I’m hurting and it feels new, like a new open wound.
“Jeez, you can’t be going through all these alone, Elena.” she is crying now, and she pulls me into a breathtaking hug and the two of us start to cry in each other’s arms.
God, it feels so good to have someone like Ava. My pains is her pain and my happiness is her happiness. When I laugh she laughs, and when I cry, she does the same. I pull her tightly into me as though I want to squeeze every air from her. I fucking love her.
“I know. I know this is a lot. But I will be fine, I will be fine Ava.” I pull out of her hug, sniffing my nose as she wipe the tears from my cheek. It’s melting my heart and wants to make me cry again. When she’s done, I wipe the tears off her cheek as well.
“I hate seeing you cry, Elena. I wish I never had to see you cry.” her voice is soft. She’s reminding me of dad. People rarely tell me that they don’t want to ever see me cry. I don’t know how to explain how I feel when that comes from her lips. I feel like going up to the roof top and screaming hell out of joy.
“Thank you, Ava. I fucking don’t want to see your eyes sad too.” I bite down my bottom lip.
“Let’s do this. Since we both can’t see each other sad. Why don’t we do something to keep us happy for the night?” she holds out my two hands, swinging it slowly. She’s right. The night is cold and sweet, but it will be sweeter when we get to laugh throughout.
“What game? Or why don’t we go for comedy? I’m sure it the perfect thing to spend the night on.” I suggest.
“Yes, yes, that is perfect.” she is smiling now. I subconsciously sigh out of relief. I’m happy I came here. It is as though a heavy load is lifted off me.
I enter into her room and sit on the bed. In the end, this is where we will be watching the TV and not in the living room. She turns on the TV and plays the movie, it’s a romantic comedy. While Ava brings a pop corn for the two of us, I get to change into one of her short and a tank top, revealing my nipples.
We sit on the floor in front of the TV, when she returns with the pop corns and cookies she baked earlier. We are laughing the hell out of us when there is a notification on Ava’s phone. It’s not a text message but a notification from her social media. She grabs her phone to see, while I join her. Someone mentions her on a post. She clicks on the message and it’s a post from our school group, an announcement actually.
The person who tags or mention her name is Riley, then some girls I see around her. “Hey, Ava, I trust you gonna kill the day with your dressing tomorrow? It’s lecture-free day!”
We both glance at each other in silence. Lecture-free day? We repeated the same time.
“Good. We are informed on time! We’re gonna dress as we like then. I can’t wait to try out the nice and expensive gown Ferry got me.” she yips, but I don’t know why I still sit on the floor in silence, trying to think if this just happened or it’s another plan Riley is trying to plot. I don’t know, what does she want to do again?
Or maybe I’m overthinking. We normally have lecture-free day, and it always an exciting day, a day with a lot of fun.
“Ohh, I don’t have my clothes here.” I get on my feet.
“You can have one of the gowns, Elena.” she says happily. I didn’t mention this part to you about Ava. When it comes to party or something fun, she is just as excited as Ella would be if she was here.
Shit, I miss that soul.