Chapter 7

Adara's POV

I stay stodgy in my room early in the morning thinking about Asher, and I find myself being stuck in the pool of thoughts. I have never felt sadder all through my eternity like the horrific feelings I'm going through now, although my whole life turned mysteriously after my parent's death and I have never hoped for such a tragic event that could make me feel awful again. I felt really aggravated, and I didn't care whether I had been here for long or not, as the feeling of being rejected overwhelmed me.

As I felt lost in the desert beyond nature, I took a deep breath, and suddenly, I heard the door sound of knocking. I came back from my thoughts immediately and turned to the door. I came closer to the door to check who was knocking. I'm so excited to see Sarah, the only maid and only friend I surrendered my heart to since I was at this peak. She walked in, with a tray of meals in her hands. She walked over to me with an apprehensive and shady look on her face. I could easily tell from her expression that she was anxious.

“Are you alright?” She said gently as she walked over to me.

I tried smiling, but I just couldn't help myself. The fact that I had been rejected was still hunting me blindly and was driving me extremely insane. It was just something I couldn't explain, especially about the prophecy that Ashe's uncle explained to me. 

“I'm alright” I replied tiresomely. 

Sarah could feel how weak my voice was, and she commented, “I know that you're sad about what happened, but you can't keep doing this to yourself. You need to get up at least,” she consoled.

I looked up at her, knowing that she was just caring for me. “ I can't get up, I don't feel the motivation either the more I try to let go, the more exasperated I'm with myself” I explained. 

I didn't know how I was still able to harbor my tears, as there was nothing I wanted more than to cry my eyes out at that moment. I had never felt more agitated in my life.

“Could the prophecy really be real, or was it just an old story composed for a specific purpose?” I said soliloquizing and cried out loudly as I questioned myself. 

“Please don't cry and try out to look for another mate instead,” Sarah said emotionally.

I felt a bit angry about Sarah's comment and I consider it an insult. I felt flat as I didn't want to insult her, but she couldn't help herself at the same time. I was trying hard to control myself, but it was just getting harder for me. 

“ Can you just leave me please,” I politely asked her. She looked at me with mixed feelings on her face.

“ But you haven't eaten since morning, you have to take something at least,” She explained. Sarah brought the food close to me, and she tried giving me the food. 

“ I'm not hungry,” I responded. 

“You need to eat, you can't keep doing this to yourself,” she tried forcing me, but I wasn't ready to listen.

“ I'm not hungry, so please just leave,” I yelled and a feeling of guilt washed over me right after that moment. I didn't mean to yell at her, but she just drove me to the point where I just couldn't take it anymore.

“ I'm sorry, ma'am. It's my fault,” she got off the bed, slowly bowed her head, and turned to leave. I wanted to apologize, but something was holding me back, and I eventually thought that it was better for her to just leave. There was no use anyway.

She walked out and there I was left all alone in the surreal of my silence, harboring in my pain as it was killing me to bits.

Not quite long after she left, I heard a knock on my door. I was feeling very lazy even to just get up and answer the door, there was nothing I wanted more than no company, but it was like everyone was just trying to infuriate me intentionally.

I decided not to bother, thinking that the person would leave eventually, but the knock became more and more persistent than I was, and I was beginning to feel annoyed.

I was so feeble in my body and didn't even want to get up from my bed, but the knocks just wouldn't stop, and it was making me get more and more annoyed. I held my breath thinking that it would stop, but rather it only got worse and worse.

Unable to take in the torture, I finally got up from my bed, but not without letting out a loud groan of frustration. I sluggishly walked to my door.

I opened it only to find out that it was a maid standing there again. This made me angry that I wanted to lash out at the poor girl, but something else made me stop in my tracks.

“Ash… Asher,” said the maid.  I was surprised to hear that, I felt stunned and left in awe by his presence.

“May I come in?” He asked, tucking his hands into his pockets, and my heart felt a rather strange feeling.

“ Come in,” I let him in with the maid following from behind. She had a tray of meals in her hands, she dropped it and then, after giving a small bow, turned to leave.

I was now left with just Asher. There was some kind of awkwardness between us, and I wasn't sure if I was the only one who was feeling it or if it was just mutual.

“ I heard that you haven't been eating,” he started the conversation.

I wanted to say something at that moment but just went quiet the very next minute.

I wasn't as brave as I thought I was, and things were just much more different between us. They weren't the same, and that was certain.

I looked away from him, but his gaze was completely plastered on me, following my every move, making me think he was some kind of creep.

“ Can you stop it?” I shunned him.

“ You should be eating instead of staring at me,” he responded. 

“ And why should I listen to you?” I asked. 

Asher paused for a moment, there was nothing but absolute silence between the both of us.

“ Eat your food now,” he ordered. His voice sent thrills down my spine and I knew for sure that I had to do it at that moment; otherwise, it was going to be something else.

“ Fine.” I agreed and took a bite of my meal. I moaned as it made me realize that I hadn't eaten in days because I was feeling depressed.

Halfway through my food, I looked up to see him staring down at me, and at that moment it was like things were completely frozen, and it was just us. He moved his hands over to my face, there was an uncertain tension between us.

He was about to touch my face and immediately chickened out. His expression changed at that moment, and he walked out without even sparing me a glance back.