Ellen pressed a key on her piano with her index finger. After a few seconds, she lifted up her finger back. And then she pressed the same key one more time, held it for a while, and then lifted up her finger. She did it again and again that the only sound that was echoing in the living room was that meaningless and flat tone.
Ellen was actually planning on spending her night in front of the piano, writing songs. But as soon as she sat in front of her piano, suddenly her mind went blank. There was not a single idea crossed her mind. Just…. blank.
Bored…..
Hungry…….
She rose from her seat, walked to the kitchen, and looked around. That girl hadn’t prepared anything for dinner for her. And she herself, wasn’t capable on cooking anything with one hand without turning her kitchen into a chaotic mess. She couldn’t make an omelette with one hand. She couldn’t open any canned foods with one hand. She couldn’t peel any potato with one hand. She couldn’t do anything with one hand!
Well, maybe actually she could if she tried. Problem is, she wasn’t up for trying anything. Because all this time, that girl was the one who prepared everything for her. Because all this time, that girl was always here.
And today, that girl was not here. There was nobody she could ask to do something.
That was why Ellen was cranky.
Was that really the reason?
Actually, Portia had never stayed until late at night in Ellen’s apartment either. She always went back home before 7, after she prepared Ellen’s dinner. Ellen had never minded or being cranky about it before. Then, why was it different today?
Because that girl went for a dinner with Regina?
Ellen was stunned when that thought crossed her mind.
Because that girl is having a dinner with Regina and leaving me starving to death here, Ellen corrected herself. Yes, that’s why.
Ellen went back to her living room and sat on her couch. Her eyes fixated to her phone on the table. She could ask that girl to come here after the dinner with Regina. She was sure that girl would come. Well, that’s it.
Since she didn’t want to interrupt Regina’s date, Ellen decided to send a text to that girl.
Can you come here after the dinner?
Couple of minutes went without any answers from Portia. Ellen glared at her phone sharply, waiting for a single sound that would indicate any reply. If a glare could crush something, Ellen’s phone would surely be gone to pieces by now.
Ellen was thinking to just call the girl and taking the risk on ruining her friend’s date when finally her phone beeped. She quickly reached for her phone and read the text. Well, it was from that girl. But only one word.
Why?
Why? That girl asked her why? Ellen thought in annoyance. Wasn’t it clear enough? She texted back.
Because you haven’t made me any dinner.
One minute thirty seconds later, Ellen’s phone beeped again.
How about you having a dinner with Andy tonight?
Ellen replied. Andy already has another plan with his friends.
And the next text from that girl was, Maybe you can go with Regina.
Regina? Ellen thought. She glanced at her watch. 8 past 4. Were their dinner done already? So fast. Well, if that’s the case, maybe Regina could accompany her to eat somewhere. But….
Ellen looked back to her phone screen with furrowed eyebrows. Why did the girl seem to refuse coming? If her date with Regina was already done, then she could’ve just come here. Was……?
Ellen really didn’t like to think that way, but was Portia having a date with another person? One of those people who had always called her?
Trying to stop the trains of illogical thoughts of her, Ellen told herself that that wasn’t her concern at all. If that girl wanted to go on a date after she had a dinner with Regina, that’s none of her business.
You better come down here right now, Ellen typed, and then pressed the send button with much more energy than it actually needed.
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You better come down here right now.
Portia read the latest text from Ellen and groaned. This was really…. Was there any chance that that woman would give her a moment of rest?
Without moving her position on her bed, Portia lifted her right hand to her chest. It didn’t hurt so bad anymore, but her breathing wasn’t so smooth either. And then her hand moved to her temple and she closed her eyes, trying to relax herself and managing herself to breath regularly.
Too tired. She couldn’t be too tired.
Her phone on the table vibrated once more. Portia reached for it and read the incoming text.
Are you coming or not?
She bit her lips in exasperation, then replied the message with one short word.
Ok.
She tossed her phone to her side and inhaled deeply. Then she lifted herself and sat on the edge of her bed. Her legs were weak. She glanced at the small plastic tube which she put on her night stand. She already drank the pills earlier, should she have more?
Well, she was going to Ellen’s apartment right now, so she better take one more.
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“Regina, where are you?”
“I’m with my friends. At the bowling center. Why?”
“Aren’t you supposed to have dinner with de Rossi?”
“Ah, about that…. It was called off.”
“Called off? Why?”
“She said she’s not feeling well, so maybe we’ll just…”
“Not feeling well?”
“Yeah, that’s what she said.”
Ellen ended the call with her furrowed brows. Was that girl sick?
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