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Excerpt of chapter 16 of #ScarsofDestiny
Days passed, then weeks, and Scarlet didn't leave her bedchamber. She cried a lot and spoke little. The house was filled with despair and sadness.
One day, while Mary and Rose were having tea in the drawing room—a habit that helped them bear the long gloomy days—, Scarlet opened the door of her bedchamber to the outer world. Stealthily, she stepped out on the cold floor and went downstairs.
When Mary and Rose saw Scarlet on the threshold of the room, barefoot and disheveled, the former approached her with caution as if her sister could shatter at any slight movement.
"We're happy to see you, my dear. Come and have a cup of tea with us," Rose invited her and served a cup of tea for her niece, while Mary brought her to the armchair. Scarlet just nodded and tried to hold the cup with her trembling hands. .
"How do you feel, darling? Just talk to me, please," Mary begged. .
Scarlet looked at her with empty eyes and replied in a husky voice, "I'll have to be fine one day, right?" She smiled sarcastically and added. "Next week I'll resume my classes. It's time to move on." Scarlet fixed her eyes on the fireplace and took soundless sips of tea. .
Mary and Rose exchanged worried looks. They examined her in silence, feeling the draftiness in her words. No doubt that experience had broken Scarlet's heart, but it would also make her stronger.
After eating something, Scarlet returned to her bedchamber where the filled bathtub awaited her. She took off her clothes and immersed her lean body in the warm, comforting water.
As she relaxed, Scarlet closed her eyes and memories of Steve hit her mind. Her fingers traced her skin as she recalled his touches and kisses, and silent tears rolled down her cheeks. In a certain way, the new fragility of her body reminded her of the delicate Anett. Masochistically, she tried to figure out how her friend had died. She didn´t know the details of her death, yet! .
Death. The word pierced her wounded heart once more, while a distant voice inside her head mocked, "Do you believe you can get over this?" She covered her face with her hands and shook her head. No, she couldn't.