Jade's eyes slowly slid open, sleepily, in her bed. She always got lost in the grandness of it. It was so big and vast, black comforter covering her face. But today she was not lost in her own bed; she was not confused - just felt strange and slightly saddened. She shifted upwards, shrugging the covers from her. She pulled herself off the bed and went towards her ajoining bathroom, feet dragging behind herself. She slipped into the bathroom going towards the sink. Jade stood before it, a hand going to the faucet. She turned the water on - letting it run.
She scooped the water up in her cupped palms, splashing it onto her face. Jade shut her eyes, letting the warm water dance upon her face. She let out a long sigh, looking into the mirror as she dabbed dry her face. Worn down jade hues looked back at her from the mirror. Another sigh was drawn out. Her whole body felt bad, weighed down. She shook her head and grabbed a ponytail holder, pulling her black locks into a ponytail as she made her way out of the bathroom and out of her room. Down the stairs she went, shift jade hues bouncing about. It was dark and quiet. Night. She shook her head again. Jade couldn't believe she slept so long. Well, she could but that was beside the fact.
She rounded a corner and went in the too-big-for-anyone's-good kitchen. Her steps were still sluggish and slowed. One of those dainty hands wemt to open the large fridge door before she froze in strikening horror. Her jade hues were glued on the calender. "April 18th, Jade's wedding." Someone had clearly forgotten to cross out the words in the last month, and Jade had clearly been too busy to even notice the calender as of late. Forgive her for trying to play Super Mommy. The hand that halted in mid air finally slipped and grasped onto the handle of the fridge door. Her breathes were shallow, yet heavy - though breathing was a task her body hadn't needed to do in hundreds of years. It was something she was just used to doing. Those jade hues were wide as she just stared at the calender, at the date. After a few never ending moments, a whimper escaped her crimson lips.
She shoved away from the fridge, suddenly not hungry... or anything at all. Her eyes were still wide in horror. It was... the day. She moved back up the stairs and slid into her room. A sniffle resounded from her as she grabbed up the closest pair of pants and a shirt. Jade blinked at the sound of the sniffle, like it was something uncommon and unfamilar. She slipped off her clothes, staring off into some unknown place of her own mind, and slipped into the raggity torn jeans and a old black tank top - that of the "Jade-Zilla" kind. Though, she was anything but the Jade Zilla at the moment. More like a shell of the Jadey. Her eyes bounced over the room... for any signs to what she should do. She remembered the calender. Wedding. All of the stuff... was still in the Villa. The Villa...
She quickly brushed her teeth and threw on some flip-flops, the thin foot wear being a tell-tale sign that she was not herself that the moment. Jade never wears flip-flops unless need be. She seemed dazed. She made her way out of her room once more, only this time she went down the hall to check on her daughter. She cracked the door open and peeked in. There was Claira, sleeping sound. Jade slipped in, going to her daughter's sleeping side. She leaned over her and kissed her on the forehead. Claira moved around slightly. She could tell something was wrong, though not enough to awaken. Poor little empath. Jade winced at the moments, wiggling her nose. She would make Claira sleep while she was gone... for her own good. Claira's little body limpened a tad at the sudden deep sleep her mother put her in. Jade chewed at her lower lip.
"I'll be right back, baby. There is something Mommy has to do..." she mused quietly before setting another kiss to her daughter's forehead.
Claira made no movement this time. Jade let out a sigh and slipped back out of the room. She went down the stairs and rounded a corner, only to stand before the front door. She hesitated only a moment before she pulled it open and went out the door. She didn't even go back for her hoodie, she was that out of it. She just went down the street, walking in flip-flops at night, her old Villa-bound.
She scooped the water up in her cupped palms, splashing it onto her face. Jade shut her eyes, letting the warm water dance upon her face. She let out a long sigh, looking into the mirror as she dabbed dry her face. Worn down jade hues looked back at her from the mirror. Another sigh was drawn out. Her whole body felt bad, weighed down. She shook her head and grabbed a ponytail holder, pulling her black locks into a ponytail as she made her way out of the bathroom and out of her room. Down the stairs she went, shift jade hues bouncing about. It was dark and quiet. Night. She shook her head again. Jade couldn't believe she slept so long. Well, she could but that was beside the fact.
She rounded a corner and went in the too-big-for-anyone's-good kitchen. Her steps were still sluggish and slowed. One of those dainty hands wemt to open the large fridge door before she froze in strikening horror. Her jade hues were glued on the calender. "April 18th, Jade's wedding." Someone had clearly forgotten to cross out the words in the last month, and Jade had clearly been too busy to even notice the calender as of late. Forgive her for trying to play Super Mommy. The hand that halted in mid air finally slipped and grasped onto the handle of the fridge door. Her breathes were shallow, yet heavy - though breathing was a task her body hadn't needed to do in hundreds of years. It was something she was just used to doing. Those jade hues were wide as she just stared at the calender, at the date. After a few never ending moments, a whimper escaped her crimson lips.
She shoved away from the fridge, suddenly not hungry... or anything at all. Her eyes were still wide in horror. It was... the day. She moved back up the stairs and slid into her room. A sniffle resounded from her as she grabbed up the closest pair of pants and a shirt. Jade blinked at the sound of the sniffle, like it was something uncommon and unfamilar. She slipped off her clothes, staring off into some unknown place of her own mind, and slipped into the raggity torn jeans and a old black tank top - that of the "Jade-Zilla" kind. Though, she was anything but the Jade Zilla at the moment. More like a shell of the Jadey. Her eyes bounced over the room... for any signs to what she should do. She remembered the calender. Wedding. All of the stuff... was still in the Villa. The Villa...
She quickly brushed her teeth and threw on some flip-flops, the thin foot wear being a tell-tale sign that she was not herself that the moment. Jade never wears flip-flops unless need be. She seemed dazed. She made her way out of her room once more, only this time she went down the hall to check on her daughter. She cracked the door open and peeked in. There was Claira, sleeping sound. Jade slipped in, going to her daughter's sleeping side. She leaned over her and kissed her on the forehead. Claira moved around slightly. She could tell something was wrong, though not enough to awaken. Poor little empath. Jade winced at the moments, wiggling her nose. She would make Claira sleep while she was gone... for her own good. Claira's little body limpened a tad at the sudden deep sleep her mother put her in. Jade chewed at her lower lip.
"I'll be right back, baby. There is something Mommy has to do..." she mused quietly before setting another kiss to her daughter's forehead.
Claira made no movement this time. Jade let out a sigh and slipped back out of the room. She went down the stairs and rounded a corner, only to stand before the front door. She hesitated only a moment before she pulled it open and went out the door. She didn't even go back for her hoodie, she was that out of it. She just went down the street, walking in flip-flops at night, her old Villa-bound.