I push my body from the bed and squint at the light aching my eyes. The walls are tan and brown stone bricks, and the sheets I'm under are bright yellow. I've never seen this room in my life.
I'm in someone else's room.
My eyes widen. How did I get here?
Bile rises up the edge of my throat and a throb starts in my head. I hold my hand to my forehead. How drunk did I get last night?
A woman, one that looks vaguely like the bartender from last night, hands over a tray with bacon, eggs and orange juice. She's wearing an oversized shirt and loose shorts. “My husband made breakfast for you."
I groan from the headache as it becomes more prominent. “What happened last night?"
"Well, you left the bar making out with some random guy and I went off to make sure you were okay. Then after I lost you for a moment I found you watching a play, and yelling hysterically while crying about some guy named Amias. Youweren't wearing any pants. It took some convincing to get you to come here but you eventually came with me. I also grabbed your backpack you left at the bar. It's beside the bed."
I pout as I lift the bedsheet to my bare legs. "Alright." I clear my throat, my cheeks warming. This is embarrassing. At least I have underwear on. “Can I get dressed in private?”
“Of course. I’ll check in a few minutes.”
I nod as she closes the door behind her. Meanwhile I try to gather my thoughts as I search my backpack for shorts.
That was so stupid. Getting that hammered while I’m out here alone. I could've easily been raped or kidnapped, or something worse beingthatdrunk. All because I wanted to forget Amias for a night.
Amias… fuck it. I still miss him.
I put my shorts on and a few minutes later, the bartender knocks. I tell she can come in. “I hope you're not too embarrassed about not having pants.” She snorts as she walks through the door, only for her to meet my eyes and reflect sorrow. “Are you feeling alright?"
"Yes, I am fine." My gaze drifts towards the bed. "Just trying to remember things."
"Okay…"
I wipe some hair from out my face and sigh. "Who are you then?"
"Lumi. And you?"
" Ignatia," I nod, reaching out my hand and shaking hers.
"Nice…" She smiles. It gets quiet again and as thoughts of Amias' flood my mind again, she asks, "Who's that Amias guy of which you were speaking of?"
I shake my head. "Just someone I'm trying to get over."
"Your ex?"
I growl, with my teeth growing sharp. "Do not call him that." I hate that word to describe him. I didn't willingly breakup with him, and neither did he. We were forced apart. An ex is someone I wouldn't love anymore. My heart still belongs to Amias.
She leans back. "Oh… sorry…"
I sigh and close my eyes. “No. I should apologize.” She doesn't know what happened. I shouldn't be upset with her. “You don't understand.”
Just then, a memory snaps back in my head. The woman, who fell after getting cleansed. The play. Amias being cleansed.
Was that all just a hallucination?
The vision was so specific. If it's a warning… What is Godusa suggesting I do about it? I'm seven days away from Amara. I couldn't do anything if I tried.
Maybe it was just my drunkenness getting to my head. Maybe I imagined it.
"So…what is he then?" She murmurs. "If not an ex?"
"He is the man I want. The one who has my heart no matter how far apart…" I say so quietly, I’m not even sure if she heard me. “His family forced me away though. They almost had me killed for loving him.”
