Something feels off today.
That has been on my mind since this morning. No, this past few days even. But I can't figure it out... what is it?
Today was just like the usual. Woke up in the morning, getting ready for work, bide the owners goodbye whenever I see them, and another hours doing my work in the office. When I got home, it's night already. The mansion looked the same as always. When I got in, the other residents were doing whatever they usually do. So I did what I usually do.
But still, something feels off.
As I sit on my chair, that thought has been concerning me even more. A book on my hand, hasn't been flipped for the past 10 minutes or so. I find myself staring into the wall, thinking.
Serene silence fills my room, which is the usual thing. But at the back of my mind, I keep thinking of some loud screaming, laughing, broken things or even some chaos happens outside my room. Which is weird.
There is something...
Shaking my head, I get up and head to the door. I need some refresher.
After locking my room, I go to the stairs. My mind still trying to figured out things. Everything seems so normal... but I keep on longing for something unusual, crazy even.
"Ah," not really seeing where I am going, I bummed with someone.
"Oh, are you okay?"
"Ah- yes. Yes. I'm fine. Sorry," I bow and bide the girl good evening. She nods her head and go to her room.
That is... my neighbor. She stays in room 308, right next to mine. I think she moved in a few months ago...
Isn't 308 is... his room? W-wait... He moved out a few months back. Right?
No, wait. Was she really just moved in a few months ago? I rarely interact with the other residents, perhaps she had moved long before?
I shake my head even more furiously. Trying to dismiss any weird thought that get into my mind as I walk down the stairs to the ground floor. The cool night breeze helps me a bit, but the quiet -kinda- eerie atmosphere don't.
I rub my hands on both arms. Does it always this cold at night? Ah, I should have worn my cardigan.
The kitchen area feels a bit warmer. When I stroll to the counter I see some blue hair poking out from a chair.
The person turns around, it is not the one that I meant. “Oh, Lainey. Good evening,” he said with a chocolate glazed stick on his mouth.
“A-ah! Zen!! Sorry, I thought you were Medio.” Embarrassed, I apologize earnestly to him.
“Na-ah. Don’t worry about it. Want some?” he said while offering a box of sweets that he hold on his hand.
I shake my head. “Thank you, but I only want to get some warm milk. I don’t usually eat at this hour.”
Our conversation died down as we do our own activity. As I hustling around the kitchen, I feel like an idiot that I could think Zen was Medio. I have known both of them for quite long, aren’t I? Zen have been in this boarding house for as long as I remember. And Medio is the owner of this boarding house, I have known him from when I moved here. If there is anyone, I probably think that Zen Dexter or Sinister.
Wait. Dexter? Sinister? Who-
They are the owner of this boarding house... But- no- that’s Medio.
“Uuugghh...” I knelt down at the kitchen counter. This is too frustrating.
“Lainey, are you okay?”
I look up and found Zen already up from his chair. “Y-yeah I’m okay. Just a bit... confused.” I rise up and take my warm beverage to the table.
Zen seems observing me. After a few seconds he asked, “Wanna share what’s on your mind?”
I play with the mug on my hand for a bit. This issue is driving me crazy. Maybe it’s better to talk it out. “Zen, do you feel something is wrong lately?” I started out.
“Umm.. no? Everything is just like the usual day in here, isn’t it?”
“That’s what I have been thinking. But there is just something I can’t grasp on. Like... do you know Dexter and Sinister?”
“Nope. I don’t....” Zen trailed off at the end of his sentence. He seems to be thinking for quite a while. A frown appears on his forehead for a few seconds.
“I thought they are the owner of this boarding house, not Medio. But that is just... strange, isn’t it?”
“Well yeah. Medio is the owner, we know that...” He trailed off again. A sigh escape his mouth as he scratch his head. “You know what? I think it’s pointless to think much about things that’s happening in this house. It has always been that way. Maybe you’re just tired Lainey. You should get some sleep.”
But... this house is not supposed to be that way.... right??
I keep my thought on my head. I don’t know whether my memories are playing trick with my head or I’m going crazy. Too many things that contradicted each other. And then...
“Zen, can you answer one more question from me?”
“Sure. What is it?”
“I feel like... I’m not myself lately. Something is missing. Some part of me suddenly disappeared...” Silence fills the room. I’m still trying to grasp the word I want to say.
Zen doesn’t say anything. He is still waiting for my question.
“He... R- Ryou. He was here, wasn’t he? In this house? In the room next to mine?”
My eyes glued to the mug on my hands. My minds is in chaos. I’m not sure which is real and which is mere imagination. But he... that name. It feels more.
I feel, that he is that important part of me.
The thing that is missing.
The important thing.