“I have something to tell you, honey. Promise me you won’t get mad.”
Selena stopped smiling. She knew what he was going to say. Pierre didn’t continue, since he knew Selena was smart enough to figure out what he was going to tell her.
“Calm down, honey. I told you this might happen.”
Selena turned around to wipe her face off. “I know. I just think it’s a bit too sudden; that’s all.” She forced herself to calm down. “Are you gonna use the bathroom?”
“Yeah.”
Selena came out, and he went in. She sat on the bed, feeling empty. Her excitement earlier was snuffed out, since the festival didn’t matter anymore without Pierre around. The festival was only worth it if everyone was present. Even one person being absent would rob it of its meaning.
Pierre quickly washed himself up. When he came back out, Selena was already lying in the bed.
“When are you leaving?”
Pierre got into the bed. “Tomorrow.”
He can’t even stay for the festival’s eve, huh? Tears welled in her eyes, but she held it down. “Do you need me to pack your stuff?”
“No. There’s nothing to pack anyway.”
“I see. Sleep tight, then.” She covered herself and turned the lights off.
Pierre wanted to console her, but he didn’t know how. He knew nothing would work, since Selena had been looking forward to the celebration for a long time coming. Instead, he huddled closer and gave her a hug. “You can cry if you feel like it.”
Selena couldn’t hold it in any longer, thus leaned closer to him and bawled. She was frustrated, disappointed, and helpless. An urge to do something seized her, but she knew she was powerless to do anything. Crying was all she had.
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