Chapter 2: Euphoria

Aurelius Azure POV

I still chose to be left behind in the mansion rather than go with them to visit the funeral.

I once tried to visit but couldn't have the courage to see her, it was so painful.

If I go back, I feel like, I already accepted what happened to her.

It felt like, my heart was being smashed again, back to square one again.

I am lost and in pain. It's a good a thing that mother and Asha's mother understands what I've been going through.

I decided to spend my time inside my room where memories of me and Asha shared.

Her laughs, the sounds of her cries in sorrows and gladness, and the way how I would rub my hands on her face just to wipe her tears away

even though I couldn't see anything and struggles to do it.

Even though its painful to stay here but this is the only place where I get all the strength to see the world in which what she wanted me to see.

I turned on my lampshade on the bedside table which composes of three drawers and lay down on my big bed and stares at nothing until something caught my eyes.

It is under the sofa just a few feet across my bed, near the door of my closet room.

I stood up from the bed and went to it to get it and sat at the sofa after getting it under.

A notebook? Who owns this? My forehead furrows, it is impossible to be mine because I never used things like these and besides this is like own by a woman.

It's just a pink plain notebook for diaries or journals.

I open the notebook and at the first page.

I almost lost my grip on it as my hands becomes cold and starts to tremble a little bit.

" EUPHORIA

Owned by Cerulean Asha

Whoever you are, don't you dare open it or else you'll taste my punch"

I couldn't stop the fall of another heavy tears from my eyes as a memory flashes.

It was what Asha was talking about, Euphoria.

"Hey AA, don't touch Euphoria okay?" said Asha. A hint of threat can be heard on her voice and a thud of something she closes can be heard after she said those words.

"What? What would I do with it? Do you think I could read? You are aware I am blind right? Are you serious?" I said irritated to Asha and the woman just laughed at me.

What is she thinking? I tried to feel wherever she is in my room but I am pretty sure she is near the sofa where there is a small center table and from there,

where she always sits at the carpeted floor whenever she enters my room and every time I would try to look for her and tap my cane to avoid hitting anything that would cause accidents.

"AA are you stupid? You can read it, maybe not now but in the future where your visions will be back and you might wanted to read this" Asha said as I can hear a hint of naughtiness in her voice.

"I don't have even a little bit of interest of touching or reading it in the future where I can see again" I said uninterestedly and then an idea popped inside my head

"Do you know what will be the first thing I'd do when I can see already?" I said and paused.

Leaving her hanging in which I'm certain it pick her interest because I felt the bed space on my right go down as a sign that someone sat beside me.

"And what will that be?" Asha asked with a curious tone which made me smirked of what was running in my head

"I'll smacked you" I said as I moved my hand to demonstrate it and laughed evilly which made me gain a smacked from her.

I groaned as I rub the back of my neck because of the pain it brought to my back neck. Dang it! Its painful!

"You're mean" Asha said in which I imagine what will be her face. Will she pout? Rolled her eyes? I wanna see it

I was back to reality after that memory flashes.

Even though I couldn't see what would Asha looked like and all that I can see was darkness.

It was her that gave light to the darkness that surrounds me.

You can tell how old this diary is by the color of the pages and the smell it posses.

A smell of a well kept old books, very addicting but hurts your nose if you inhale too much of its smell.

You can also say how she treasure the diary by the straight edges of each page like how a brand new notebook or books would look like.

I can't help to smile while remembering how she threatened me that day and the days every time she would open it.

Recurring threats that I did not expect that I would miss in times like this.

How I wished to hear those threats again. Foolish it may seem but those threats of her,

I've enjoyed every bit of it and I regret the words I had said to counter it.

How I wished to see her reactions if I'm going to read her diary. What would she looked like if she found out?

Will she turned red as tomato because she's mad that I've read it? Will she have those pink cheeks out of shyness?

Or, Will she be pale as if she'd seen a ghost because she was hiding a secret in this pink plain diary of hers because she don't want me to know that secret of hers.

How I wish she was here so that I would know

I know I don't have the right to read her diary because its her privacy and she warned me not to read it.

But I can't help it, this is the last thing that connects me to her.

And besides, I am not reading it alone, I have what Asha gave me to accompany me while reading it.

I dried the tears that had strolled down my cheeks again before I continued to the next page of Asha's diary.