Whatever Remains - T. Richardosn (best ebook reader .TXT) 📗

she’d stolen his heart. She didn’t, someone else already had.
He reached the top stair where he caught the princess wearing, or fitting on, a red wedding dress the color of blood. To think that, Glytherin shook his head in disgust of it. Lindsay was annoyed now.
“Glytherin,” she said. “You have absolutely no taste. No one cares about what you think.” She turned back to a long mirror and spread the dress out in front of her as she marveled. The men brought Glytherin’s bags up to another room. He sat on a chair watching his fiancé. “Glytherin what would you like me to wear, sweetie, since you aren’t too into this dress. Do you like blue? Would you like me wearing green?”
“Wear white.” He objected. “The bridesmaids wear the stupid colored stuff.”
Lindsay turned to look at him. “Not nice Glytherin,” she said. “Not nice.” She picked out a white dress now and pulled off the one she was wearing in front of him. For a moment, she looked to see if Glytherin was watching her.
He wasn’t.
“Glytherin…” she said trying to get his attention.
“I’m not interested.” He said blandly. He turned his head away to look at the queen twirling the wedding dress on the dance floor.
“If you’re so interested in my mother, marry her!” she yelled. Now Glytherin was looking at her. She wore what most girls wore. It wasn’t interesting to him. He looked though.
“There’s nothing to see here.” He commented. “I just see a woman who seems to be at least five years older than me.” Lindsay rolled her eyes.
“But Glytherin,” she whined. “Don’t I look good

without any clothes on?”
Glytherin busted out laughing now. He leaned forwards and back in his chair and laughed. The princess had blush all over her face as she fit on another dress. “Shut up Glytherin!” she yelled. “We’re getting married! Going to have kids as well! You’re going to have to get used to it!”
Glytherin shook his head. “Kids?” he asked. “No, thank you, you can adopt if you'd like though.”
She pouted now. “I hate you!” she yelled. The color went from her face. She looked as if she were going to run off into a tantrum but she stayed in her spot with her dress looking at him with tears running down her blushed up cheeks. She stepped towards him. Glytherin’s face was serious.
“I’m sorry.” He said. She leaned down to hug him now and sat on his lap. This wasn’t the response he was looking for. She put her head on his shoulder.
“I was thinking Glytherin,” she said. Glytherin nodded breathing deeply. “Maybe we should get married sooner, maybe someday like, perhaps tomorrow?” Glytherin’s eyes shot open wider than they were before. Tomorrow?

He thought. After everything, she wants to get married tomorrow?

He hesitated to answer.
“What gave you that idea?” he asked.
She shrugged and sat up looking up into the ceiling and uncomfortably twisting her fingers in her sweaty hands. “Well,” she said. “You’re a warrior, you’re going to be heading off into the war, and Glytherin, it won’t be safe, and you know that.” She stalled for a moment picking up a whine glass and drinking some sort of alcoholic beverage out of it. “Well,” she said between two huge gulps. “What if you die?” she asked.
Glytherin stood up now disregarding the fact that she'd been sitting on top of him.
“I’ll never have the experience of ever getting married. So maybe we should get married first and we’ll both have the experience before you die. It’ll be easy. You don’t even need the wedding rehearsals; it’ll be fine without them. You can do it Glytherin, it’ll be fine.” Glytherin looked at her as if she were crazy.
She was expecting him to die. This filled him with hurt. “What if I don’t die?” he asked. “Then we’d be rushed into things.”
The princess shook her head. “Glytherin, it’s most likely. Not everyone will live through this.” Glytherin frowned. What if he did

die? He’s never going to get to see Orphelia again at all. He wouldn’t even get to say goodbye, not that she really wanted to see him.
“I’m going to the room, Lindsay.” He said.
As he walked away, Lindsay took him by the shoulder. “But Glytherin,” she said. “Get ready by tonight. I have the bridesmaids and my maid of honor, my mother, set up and I have your guys, and the reverend. It’ll be a very special last two days you get to see me.” Glytherin nodded and managed a smile.
He decided now, he had to see Orphelia tonight.


It was late now. It was slowly turning into the time I got here, 6:30, to when I was in the shower, 9:30. I felt the warm water on my skin and I turned it to hot. It wasn’t exactly steaming though.
I got out now covering my self with a towel and then back to Glytherin’s room where I’d been all day, and where I’d be the next, and the next, and possibly, the next. I hadn’t really explored the house. I’ve only been in his room. Maybe if I looked more, I’d discover more.
I got dressed back into my dress but took off the shawl. It was easier to let my wings breathe and to be free to have them wherever I wanted to. They still weren’t bent and I was hoping to keep it that way. I looked in the mirror now. How long had I been glowing? Perhaps the whole night? I don’t understand though, I glowed a colorless color and that was all. How did people notice in the day? Did the colors change according to my moods? That’s very awkward to me. Maybe everyone could see right through me. They could tell when I was angry, could tell when I was sad? This whole fairy thing was absolutely killing me.
I went downstairs now with my dress slowly waving behind me. I looked around. I saw the kitchen and realized I hadn’t really eaten. I sauntered over to the kitchen where a load of empty beer bottles were. They weren’t Glytherin’s though, and you could tell. There were lipstick stains on every single one of them, or maybe he invited girls over and decided to make them kiss it trying to frame others. Maybe he was lying about not wanting to drink anything. Maybe he went out with other girls and was being someone’s fiancé at the same time. Maybe he didn’t even like me. I thought rapidly. Who cared if he liked me? I didn’t think it before so why am I thinking this now? I did think it before but it doesn’t seem right now. After how he’s abandoned me, after he writes freaking notes about me in a book, after he runs away to get married!
I stopped thinking for a moment. Why was I doing this? It made no sense. I had to be obvious with myself now, who could deny something like this? Who could deny that I might’ve had a tiny crush? (Extremely tiny though, magnificently tiny.) I didn’t care about Bradley or Glytherin’s brother. He was too old anyway. I couldn’t deny though. It wasn’t any crush. I just wished he hadn't hated me as he described.
I ignored the rest of my thoughts or feelings and searched through the fridge. There was a pizza box that I didn’t want to dare touch. Maybe Glytherin should’ve reminded himself that someone threw a party at his house, he shouldn’t have expected there to be an ounce of food left anyway.
How could I live like this? It was like being an adult. I couldn’t live alone. I didn’t even know how to take care of myself. I’d rather be with Shane. I could marry him for all I care if he’d take me back after leaving him so long.
No, that’s too wrong. I’d never marry Shane even if it depended on my life. All I wanted to do was go back. The people I lived with were practically not even close to my family if the guy that I thought was my father wasn’t. I went over this a few times in my head too. Now I decided to make a big fuss out of it.
I heard there would be war soon. Would the soldiers be fighting around here? This would be the perfect place to fight. It was nearly empty except for the huge house that was in the middle of no where. What would I do? I can’t walk out there on my own. I can’t do any of this on my own. What the hell was I even supposed to eat?! I was going to die!
I wasn’t even stable. I felt like I wanted to rip this house to pieces. What about Dominique? Didn’t she live in a little hut or something by the beach? Would I be able to reach her at all? I just remembered then. I let her die. She was going to die anyway but maybe if I had gave her my wings… No. I wouldn’t have given her my wings, but look at the terrible state I was in now.
It was dark, all I could see were the dark shadows of the woods outside and puffballs were still somewhere inside the house. I don’t exactly know where but, I was pretty sure anyone could be out there without me knowing it. It’d be terrible.
I took a double look inside the freezer. There was nothing in there either. I took a look in the cabinet. I saw a macaroni box as well. There was nothing in there but one tiny grain of macaroni. Who’d make Mac and cheese for a party like this? It made no appropriate sense. As I began walking away from the food section of the house, I entered the living room. The couches were set appropriately in the middle of the big space as the huge flat screen was set against the wall. How was there such a luxurious place in such a natured place like this?
I slumped down looking straight across from me. The remote was sitting on the small coffee table. It was surprising that there hadn’t even been a mess left behind. I smelt a soft burning smell. It didn’t smell like barbeque as it usually did when I smelt a burning smell. I looked behind me from where I sensed it. The stereo was still smoking from where Glytherin pulled