Chapter 412
Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
The girl emerged from the bathroom, clearly surprised to find Arielle standing right in front of the door.
Having mild social anxiety, her face reddened with embarrassment instantly.
âI⦠Youâ¦â she stuttered.
Sensing that she was having trouble speaking, Arielle started, âIâm waiting for you. Were you crying because you got picked to perform on stage?â
The girl nodded silently. The motion caused her tears to leak out, startling even herself. She then rubbed her palms hurriedly across her face. âIâm sorryâ¦â she apologized awkwardly.
âThereâs nothing to be sorry about.â Arielleâs voice was noticeably softer. âDo you have any talents? If youâre too embarrassed to sing or dance, you could play an instrument.â
The girl shook her head. âI donât know how to play any⦠but I can draw and write calligraphies.â
âDrawing and calligraphyâ¦â Arielle repeated softly. All of a sudden, her eyes lit up. âHow about drawing something on stage?â
âI canât⦠My mind goes blank whenever thereâs a lot of people staring at me,â the girl admitted.
âIn that caseâ¦â Arielle shrugged her shoulders. âIâll perform on behalf of you.â
The surprise offer rendered the girl speechless for a few seconds. Then, she stared at Arielle in disbelief as she confirmed once more, âWill you?
Arielle nodded. âYes, Iâm not bluffing you here. But, if youâd like, we could always perform together.â
âTogether?â The girl considered her proposal seriously. âNever mind. I think itâs best I donât⦠Iâll only hold you back.â
âJust listen to me for a secondâ¦â Arielle proceeded to convince her.
That little prep talk managed to convince the girl as the latter nodded her head enthusiastically. âOkay, letâs do it together! And, as repayment for your help, Iâll take charge of cleaning our room in the future.
Iâm really good at it!â she proclaimed proudly.
Arielle laughed. âI can tell. Iâll let you handle this weekâs cleaning. Weâll take turns afterward.â
âAll right!â The girlâs eyes lit up. âIâve always thought it would be hard to converse with a pretty lady such as yourself. Butâ¦â she trailed off.
âBut? Looks arenât everything you know. Even a pretty lady farts and shit like everyone else. Besides, youâre pretty adorable yourself.â
Being complimented for the first time, the girlâs face reddened, making her look much like a ripe apple.
Seeing that made Arielle find her even more adorable. âOh, right. We havenât introduced ourselves yet.
Whatâs your name?â
âTrisha Hughes.â
âEven your nameâs cute. Can I call you Trish?â
Trisha nodded shyly. âYesâ¦â
CO âSo that settles it. Just inform Donovan weâll be performing together.â
âGot it!â
âIâll go shower now. In the meantime, wipe away those tears. I hate seeing cute girls like you cry.â
âI wonât cry anymore! I promise.â
Only then did Arielle feel reassured enough to head inside the bathroom.
By the time she finished, it was past lights out. Since the dormitory lights automatically turned off at ten, it was dark out there. Just as Arielle was about to feel her way to bed, Trisha turned on the flashlight from her phone, lighting up the path to her bed.
âThank you.â Arielle smiled gratefully.
The night went on.
Arielle went under her sheets, switching on her phone.
There were still no signs of any incoming calls or messages, except for two advertisement messages that she deleted.
She could not help feeling a void in her chest.
Amidst the pin-drop silence of the night, Arielle found her thoughts running wild. She recalled the first time she had met Vinson, the first time they made ravioli together⦠All those memories stirred something within her, making her feel too restless to sleep. She got out of bed and lit up the therapeutic candles Andrea had gifted her.
The candles proved to be effective, as she felt her eyelids getting heavier by the minute. It was specifically designed for Arielle and would not affect Trisha the slightest bit.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, her phone rang.