Chapter 2 - Giving In

The next day, Amaya woke to her usual maid serving her usual breakfast sundae. "Enjoy your breakfast, miss." The maiden opened the blinds to let the usual rays of sunlight beam into the open, empty room. For the first time in her life, Amaya didn't feel happy. She wasn't exactly sad, either. It was more... empty. Like, something was missing. She didn't know why, but before her maiden left her room, Amaya asked, "Um, Miranda?" Miranda (the maiden's real name, which she was rarely addressed as) turned around. "You called me by real name? You've never done that. Miss." Amaya reluctantly fired back, like she was trying to defend hereself against something: " Well... umm... yeah, whatever. I just needed to ask you something; a-are you happy? " Miranda looked confused. " Well I wouldn't say I'm unhappy... but I'm not happy either. More like...empty in a way. Why do you ask?" Amaya stared into space. She wondered if there was a cure for this feeling. More importantly, why was she feeling it? Why were they feeling this? After a long silence, Miranda left the room, assuming Amaya didn't want to talk about it. But she did. She despeately wanted - no, she needed someone to talk to. But who? Or Maybe she was overthinking things again. Yeah, she was probably just overthinking...