SILVER-HEART

A week passed...

A whole week and it was the same routine. Elvenia would wake me up and I would bathe, get dressed, and eat surprisingly enough and the fact still amazes me that I was given food three times a day! That was the first time because I have only known to eat once a day, I never knew people eat three times a day. That’s too much, maybe because it was different here. I started to suspect they only made food for me because I ate alone. Were they expecting me to finish all the food on the table each time? Well I could not, I just ate what my stomach could contain and each time when I came back there was a new table of food waiting for me to consume.

I think soon I will only eat with my eyes because my stomach remains full. But who could resist good food? I just had it in mind that one day the food would vanish and the true meaning of my coming here would be revealed so I ate as best as I could awaiting the day I would no longer be given food.

I have only seen Elvenia attending to me, was she the only one taking care of me? Because I haven’t seen any maid aside from her so it struck me as odd. If so I was grateful and I really wanted to tell her that but each time I remember not to speak.

And her features weren’t exactly welcoming or comforting, it was cold and stoic and after just a week I have already gotten used to it, she doesn’t engage in any talk with me whatsoever except having to go where I should be. And I didn’t mind, I wasn’t looking for a friend here, I still kept my guard up and thought of opportunities to find my answers.

I tried marking our way whenever we walked to the dining and the bathe and I seemed to somewhat remember it each time we walked through it but it was a hard feat because this place was an endless maze, I was starting to convince myself that I can’t walk alone or else I would be lost in the four walls of this place.

Only during dinner did I get to see William... and it was the same thing all again, he would just sit with me during dinner and help himself to a book, I became curious if it was the same book he reads each time because he always sat in that position, but no.. each time it was a different color of book and it got me interested about what he reads that takes most of his attention and time.

This is how it went on, days turn into a week and I found myself a routine about guessing the color of books he would read next, I failed of course, guessing from dark blue or dark orange covers since I noticed it was mostly dark colored back of books he took interest in, thick and somewhat big, but in his hands, it looked like a normal book but I was certain if I was given it, it would be twice the size of my hand.