The door opened, and Noelle, with her usual violet short hair and dark blue eyes, gazed at me unblinkingly. I walked up to her and hugged her. Her heartbeat quickened, and I felt a warm puddle feeling on my shoulders as she hugged tighter, saying "I missed you so much". She is taller than me. I tiptoed as a habit, and I used to do this as I hugged people around me, especially Christian, who is huge. I could probably join ballet based on how strong my feet joints are. She let go, her eyes red. I wiped it with my sleeves in the maid's uniform. She looked at me in the eyes, took my hands, and bit. I yelled, "Ow! What's with that?" I took my hand back, let go of hers, and blew on my wrist, tears in my eyes as she sighed of relief. She is not dreaming or just a person in disguise. "You deserve it," she said, looking at me, distracted by her outfit of long sleeves and sleek trousers, which made her look majestic.
I led her to the sofa and made her sit down. I poured her a cup of tea and gently soothed her shoulders. "I'm real. I don't know how I lived again. I have some speculations, but I am indeed Genevieve, your best friend." She held the warm cup of tea, and listening to my words, I held her hand until she calmed down. It's quiet. I didn't notice before Shovan left us two alone. The serenity is calming. We both just held hands and not a sound was obstructing the scene. She moved. I looked at her. She laid on the sofa with her head on my lap. She never changes her favorite spot. I let her lay there as she closed her eyes. The dark sky on the window lit the room by a chandelier powered by magic. I let my hand brush her hair and gently stroke her head; her stiff body softened and relaxed. I continued stroking her head as I found it amusing.
Time passed quickly. People inside the manor probably noticed I wasn't inside, maybe even earlier. The moon has made her entrance, but there is no commotion happening. I must be followed by stronger forces. I thought of Letlicia. I smiled. They have become impressive. I killed the silence and asked, "I want to talk to people who followed me; would you let them in?" She looked at me. I smiled at her, and she said, "You ran away, and you're asking more from him." Then chuckled. I looked guilty. I tried to speak. "It's not like—" then she continued, "You probably want to spend the night here with me, but I tell you this now, I refuse." I looked at her and asked, "Why?" She got up from lying down and sat down properly. She refilled the cup of tea and drank it. I looked at her while she did this. I could tell she was trying to calm down her anger. I wondered why nothing could stop me from going out, and no one tried to let me go back to the manor. She looked at me with a frown and said, "Why? He hasn't explained to you anything yet!"
"He did tell me I'm not human," I said, trying to recall what more he said. "He basically didn't say anything, and you're still defending him," she retorted, her serious expression making her puzzled. I don't feel any pain, and nothing threatening has happened to me. I look at her again. She seems hesitant to tell me something. "Tell me I need to know something. It's been a 100 years. I don't know a lot of things. It makes me nervous." I hold her hand. "Don't worry if something is wrong. I will follow what's good for me." I look at her resolutely. She laughed but was angry. "Ridiculous, is it just like how you tried to plan... your death?" I tried to talk to her. "Wait—" she countered. "You made a promise; you said you would fight back, but then what!" I looked at her, her eyes dripping with tears, and held my words.
I looked at her and said, I said before. "I already knew I would die at the age of 21, and I don't know why I always have a feeling I will die at that age. I also included that I have many things that cannot be explained about me; I have no clue what and why this is happening." I cried, "I tried, Noelle, I tried." I looked at her and said, "When we talked at that time on the roof, you gave me conviction on not following my path to break through, but— fate is cruel". I heard her talk: "You are so self-centered; I knew this, but I always let it slide because you always speak what's on your mind and try to relate it to your own experience, just to let you know— it's tiring." She said I felt awful. 'It's tiring' I scoff, like you're not tiring yourself. I just thought she continued, "I like that about you, but sometimes please think of how others feel when they talk to you. Just listen. We have known each other for 20 years."
I know before I never got too close to anyone I treated them like fictional characters even worse a person that doesn't exist, I grew more and still the same till I met a child I never met anything peculiar except for him he keeps on following me and asking for his lectures and studies, we met at the royal palaces library I occasionally went there for the library the books there are really helpful and we meet time to time I accomplished some research about hygiene and got exempted from entry to the royal library, my family grew more and they bought me new books, I visited the royal library less. I met Noelle at the library I invited her to our manors library, and when that child is gone, I never get to meet him again.
I look at her and say, "I got it; I'm leaving first, and I'm sorry; don't forgive me if it would make you feel better." I stood up, and she said, "Wait." She opened her drawer on the office table, took out a notebook, and gave it to me. "I have kept it here for so long; this is what has happened for the last 100 years, and I don't have much information because of..." She looks at me. I looked at her, and we both thought of the same person. Christian, I nodded. "Sorry, I yelled at you. I care about you. Try to care about yourself a little more, you selfish girl." I walked to the door and held the handle, looking back at her. "I've lived past 21 now. I smiled at her. It's a record-breaker", I said while opening the door and leaving. Noelle sat on the chair in the office. "She hasn't changed at all; she's still as heartless as before," she smiled. My best friend, I hope you will not be surprised when the future comes; it's coming fast.