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Her lashes fluttered at the impact of the delicate sun rays that trembled within her curtains. She raised her head up from the bundle of embracing blankets, her glance landing on her mother as she wavered the somber blinds away, exposing the mighty star that hovered above all.

"What the fuck, Mom"? Alaska interrogated Charlotte as she rubbed her eyelids languidly, feeling far from prepared to embark on a new day.

"Language"! The woman raised her voice warningly as she averted her attention to her daughter, who shrugged her shoulders apathetically.

"Since when do you care so much about my speech"? Alaska sat up in her bed as she reached out to her phone in order to check her beloved notifications. She wasn't one well known for squandering her precious time on social media platforms, most often than not, she just didn't have that kind of time to luxuriously spend, but that day, she found herself checking her messages vigorously, thanking the universe for leaving her inbox as it was the night before, empty. Despite the relief she felt, Alaska couldn't help but feel the disappointment over the lack of alerts from Justin. She figured he'd text her after their quarrel, offer her to make up, but he didn't.

"Since you've become a full-time sailor" The mother proclaimed as she took a seat on her daughter's bed, overviewing the scarcely adorned room that reminded her of the trouncing void in both their hearts. Charlotte couldn't help but flood herself with memories, echoes of the joy once felt within Alaska's safe haven. The walls that were filled with childhood drawings, picture frames of her youth, trophies of her success. Her new room was far from the way it was in their old house, no longer gleaming as it once used to, filled with dim contrasts and unloaded boxes. One could say refusing to fully unpack was a way for her to rebel against her mother, to avoid accepting reality as it was, but one could also say, she plainly had no interest in embellishing anymore, in padding her space with heart-wrenching memoirs of what life used to be. She preferred it the way it was, a blank canvas, a representation of what she felt inside, numb.

"Look, what are you doing here? There's no skating today" Alaska informed as she drummed her fingers against the sheets, her day off being a true gift to her, but at the same time, quite the imperling curse. The girl wasn't sure where she preferred to be that day; isolated within her room for what would seem like eternity, just her and her defective thoughts, or out in the arena alongside her friends and partner, a place where she would have to no doubt put on forged gestures of affection in order to hide the secret she was desperate on keeping inside.

"Why do you think I let you sleep in until noon"? The woman questioned in response as she examined her daughter's features with her gaze. It seemed as though Alaska went through lengthy hours of sleep, at least to the mother who checked in on her since the very early cracks of dawn, yet the sunken bags beneath her eyes told of a different story, of a sleepless night filled with nothing but terror and misery.

"Then why are you here"? Alaska raised her brow, before covering her mouth with her palm, letting a fatigued yawn overtake her. She had a notion as to why her mother was in her room, as to why she insisted she would get up, but the girl prayed she was wrong, that it was but an attempt of her brain to sabotage things for her, for Charlotte had made a promise, one her daughter greatly hoped she would keep, for both their sakes.

"I know I promised to leave you alone today" Charlotte massaged her face delicately with her fingers, preparing herself for the following words, and the presumed reaction of her dramatic daughter "But I was hoping you would-".