The Queenbee's Downfall (On-Hold)

41: Breathe, Astonishing Princess

Chapter 41: Attempted Relaxation: Failed

Kids running after one another... disgusting love birds spooning each other with their matched snacks... friends barking with laughter as well as other individuals enjoying the Carnival— hosted and planned by the Mayor— walked past me. I couldn't help but watch them coldly.

One kid accidentally bumped into me as he playfully runs away from his parents. The Mother sincerely apologized and I just showed a timid smile. I silently watch them walk away as I continued striding to nowhere in particular. Until I stopped mid-track when I discovered how big-of-a-family they could be.

Uncles, Aunties, Cousins, and distant relatives... who knows if they are all related to each other? All I can see is a group of people having fun at the Carnival even if the young ones give the Mommies a hard time following, and capturing them once they escaped their hold.

Carnival, huh?

I forgot that it brings everyone closer and deepens one's bond. And also reunite lovers who would always have their petty quarrels before and after a Carnival shows up just a few blocks from any park.

A timid grin curved up on my lips as I shook my head. Why am I being like this?

I silently sighed before looking up at the moonless sky. The stars look mesmerizing, yet why do they seem so empty... and lonely? There may be a bunch of them twinkling at night, which serves as our nightlights. A substitute whenever the moon is out of the scene. Yet, without the moon, they are nothing but blinking dots surrounded by darkness making people empty. Completely alone in the dark.

"Watch it!", complained a girl who I surprisingly bumped into.

They were a group, and by the looks of it, they seemed to be having a great time jamming until I ruined it as their lips pursed in a thin line. I know that I should apologize, but the thought of me, standing in the middle of a busy crowd surrounded by different kinds of amazing rides, food stalls, and booths, I couldn't help but just blankly stared at her.

"What? Too mute to talk? Can't even use the proper sign language for an apology?", she said sarcastically.

She seemed ready to lunge at me and wrestle me to the ground, but the guy who's taller than them pulled her by the arm beside him.

"It's fine, she might be both mute, and deaf. Let's go," the guy declared with finality and gently pulled the girl with him.

The veins in his arms popping out tells me that he's exerting force just to stop the girl from, perhaps, causing a commotion ruining the night of each individual here. But it would also be memorable to some of the guests of the Carnival.

The gossiping and murmurs of their group tuned down, enough to tell me that they're farther away now. Even so, I could still feel the sharp glare of the girl. Geez. She's a war-freak.

People seemed to not notice what had happened, or maybe some of them were just pretending not to know. I did not apologize to that girl because I never even moved an inch as I stare at the dark sky.

If one of us is at fault, it should be her.

"She just stood there," a girl who walked past me said, making me realize one thing.

Maybe I should've just said sorry. Maybe then the girl would also do the same? Given the fact that if both persons did something wrong, both would always feel guilty.

I let out a sigh after taking a deep breath. What's wrong with me? I should be happy because I escaped Brad and Heath. The moment we set foot in the Carnival's gate, I immediately blended in with the crowd. I did not want to celebrate this day with them, especially if the memory of their conversation still replays in my mind.