"Last night, you, you..." Becky paused a moment to try and collect herself. When she finally calmed down, she continued, "I asked Lisa to fix breakfast for you. Did you want to come by? We could eat together."
Brian looked back at the washroom and answered her, "No, I don't think I can. There are still a lot of things that I need to do. Eat up and don't worry about me, okay?"
He was met with cold silence. Any fool could tell that she wasn't happy.
Brian sighed slightly and went on, "Alright, I'll be there soon."
No sooner had Brian said that, Molly stepped out of the bathroom. After she gave an inadvertent look at Brian, she turned around and walked towards Eric. Molly smiled at him and pointed to the porridge, asking him if he'd had any.
"Of course not." Eric took another bowl of porridge out of the plastic bag as he went on, "I want to have breakfast with you. Better than eating alone. What do you think, Brian?"
Slightly raising his brows, Eric looked at Brian with a triumphant smile on his face. When he looked deep into Brian's eyes, the cheerfulness in his eyes irritated Brian again. He enjoyed needling his cousin, and it showed.
Brian was just weary of it. He shoved the anger he was feeling deep inside and hid it. His face betrayed nothing of what he really felt. He just said in an emotionless tone, "I'll bring Elias here at noon." With that, he turned and left after he looking at Molly briefly.
Eric just watched Brian as his figure receded. His stride reflected arrogance and loneliness. Eric continued smiling, but after the door closed it was a bitter grin, hardly happy. It seemed that he'd gone a bit too far with this.
He'd forgotten the rules of the game himself. He got in too deep, and even fell into it himself. It would take some doing to free himself, and get on Brian's good side again.
Molly didn't notice Eric's reaction, but kept shoveling the porridge into her mouth quietly, head down. She felt the delicious porridge took on a bitter taste after Brian left the ward. She told herself that she had nothing to with him, and she wanted it that way. But why was he gentle with her when he knew she wanted to leave? When she wanted nothing more than to be apart from him? And why did he make a point of reminding her that he only cared about Becky after she got used to his tenderness?
*
Becky sat quietly in front of the dining table. The morning sunshine sprinkled gently around her through the landing window, bringing a sense of warmth into the room. Tiny particles of dust danced in the sunbeams. It looked positively magical. Her mood was anything but good.
She still held her phone in her hand. There was no emotion on her alabaster face. No one could tell what was in her heart just by looking at her. Was she angry? Sad? Or something else entirely?
Last night, she waited a long time for Brian to come back home, but he never did. Molly didn't come home either. Both of them were gone the whole night.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Love Began with the First Meeting