[𓆩⟡𓆪 𓆩⟡𓆪 𓆩⟡𓆪]
Thalia’s awakening wasn’t greeted by the soft hues of dawn or the chirping of birds; instead, it was a reluctant emergence from the clutches of sleep into a realm shrouded in discomfort and remorse. Her mind felt ensnared in a vice grip of pain, and the mere notion of opening her eyes seemed to trigger a visceral recoil. The taste lingering in her mouth resembled a concoction brewed from the depths of despair—a bitter blend of spirits and regret.
Summoning every ounce of willpower she possessed, Thalia forced herself to sit up in bed, groaning as her head throbbed in protest. With a deep sigh, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and reluctantly stood up, feeling as though she were walking through a foggy haze.
Dragging herself to the bathroom, Thalia winced as the harsh light assaulted her senses. She squinted against the brightness, her head pounding with each step. Leaning heavily against the sink, she turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her face, hoping to wash away some of the lingering effects of the night before and with a sigh she had entered the shower.
As the water cascaded over her skin, Thalia closed her eyes and let out a long, shaky breath. The cool sensation provided a momentary respite from the throbbing ache in her head, offering a fleeting sense of clarity amidst the chaos.
“Stupid, Stupid,” Thalia repeated out loud as she washed her hair, her hands massaging her scalp. She was indeed quite stupid, for many reasons, one for taking early morning classes knowing she had a terrible habit, and two for having that terrible habit.
That terrible habit, either led to events that Thalia found herself amused by or events that Thalia preferred not to think about the morning after, and yesterday’s problem was definitely the later.
Finishing her shower, Thalia stepped out of the steam-filled bathroom and wrapped herself in a plush towel and brushed her teeth, when she was done she entered her room and could not help but to feel a sense of happiness that her room was her’s and her’s alone- no pounding noise and enough space to do what she wanted, just how the Lord had intended.
She smiled, dressing herself in a white turtleneck blue jeans, and a brown jacket, her pendant on top of her shirt. As Thalia checked the time on her phone, she noted that there was still some time to roam the building before her classes began. However, she realized that she didn’t have as much time as usual due to oversleeping . Hastily grabbing her birding backpack, Thalia ventured out into the hallway.
The dull ache in her head persisted as she wandered through the corridors, her footsteps echoing in the empty halls. Thoughts of whether she should eat something before class crossed her mind, a dilemma she faced every morning. Thalia wasn’t one to typically eat breakfast, finding it to be a “waste of time” that often left her feeling uncomfortable. However, she had heard that eating something could alleviate a hangover, and the idea seemed appealing given her current state.
But alcohol was also appealing back then and breakfast is a waste of time, so perhaps not. “Des?” Thalia said to herself, as she saw a figure standing in a corner, her flowing black hair, striking figure along with her almond-shaped eyes that were a deep shade of brown, framed by thick, dark lashes that accentuated their intensity made it obvious it was Desdemona.
The corners of her lips tugged at each other into a smile, and Thalia was ready to approach-she would have, if not for the hesitation that had possessed her like a ghost.
Her morning strolls were usually times of solitude, times where Her morning strolls were usually times of solitude, times where Thalia could lose herself in the quiet rhythm of her footsteps and the gentle hum of her thoughts. They were moments of introspection and inspiration, where she could find inspiration, take notes of her surroundings by taking pictures, and tucking them to analyze them for later. It was also the fact that it was way too early in the morning for a conversation, and Thalia could still feel a slight pounding in her head that made the spirit of hesitation able to possess her.
So giving all of this, did Thalia really want to converse this early in the morning with the lingering taste that existed? no, that was the answer, no. For she shall see Desdemona later, and they shall have time to converse later, when Thalia’s minds was clear and she had gotten the pictures she needed.
Thalia was about to turn around, turn around and walk the other way, as if she had not seen Desdemona, but she could not do that as their eyes met, a flicker of recognition passing between them, prompting a hesitant smile to grace Thalia’s lips.
“Hey,” Thalia began as she approached Desdemona, spreading her arms for a hug. “How are you?” She questioned, closing the distance between them. Despite her reservations, there was a small part of Thalia that welcomed the distraction, if only momentarily, from her own thoughts and the relentless pounding in her skull. “You look well rested!” Thalia wished she could say the same about herself.
[𓆩⟡𓆪 𓆩⟡𓆪 𓆩⟡𓆪]
[𓆩⟡𓆪 𓆩⟡𓆪 𓆩⟡𓆪]