Chapter 137.
<strong>Chapter 137. Rosa’s Birthday (10/10)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">The two of them stood up and got out of the hot tub. Alicia picked up her phone and put it back with her belongings on the chair before she jumped into the pool. Right before Rosa followed Alicia into the pool, she suddenly said, “Actually, just give me a second. I need to use the washroom really quickly. I’ll be right back.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Alicia looked pretty tired already. After Rosa took the stairs to enter thedies’ room, Alicia climbed out of the pool and grabbed something from their belongings. It was an intable inner tube. She used a small hand pump to blow it up while Rosa was in the washroom.
<span style="font-weight:400">Before Rosa even returned, she’d blown it up all the way. With it fully inted, she tossed it into the pool and climbed on top of it before she let her exhausted body float on top of the water with her eyes closed.
<span style="font-weight:400">It took fifteen minutes for Rosa to get back. She’d used the washroom break as a chance to clean up a certain foreign substance. That much was pretty obvious.
<span style="font-weight:400">When she saw Alicia in the pool pretty much asleep she didn’t call out to her. She instead retrieved her phone, dipped her legs in the pool, and took a few pictures of Alicia.
<span style="font-weight:400">She eventually turned her phone to me, but I slumped down into the hot tub when I saw that. I hate being in pictures with a burning passion. I’ll pass. I don’t look good in pictures like you girls do.
<span style="font-weight:400">She didn’t seem to get the hint though and approached closer to the hot tub. I turned away from her and looked out the window at the city view.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can you refrain from taking pictures of me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What? Why not? You let Alicia take a picture of us together just now, didn’t you? Is it only fine when she takes the picture?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I was mostly hidden behind you in that picture. I’m not good with having my picture taken. Whenever school pictures were taken as a ss, I’d always slouch to make myself shorter so I’d be hidden behind the people in front of me. As for individual pictures for school albums, I avoided those like the gue. I either somehow escaped them, or I was cornered by the homeroom teacher who dragged me off to go and take them.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha! Really? That sounds like something you’d do.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s not funny. It was awful. I developed PTSD from having awful pictures taken of me. I’d blink in some of them. I wouldn’t be looking at the camera. I''d have dark ck bags under my eyes from ack of sleep. I’d have a weird stiff forced fake smile on my face. The way I stood in photos always looked awkward. My posture was atrocious. My clothes would be messy. My hair, disorderly. Myplexion was a joke. Anything bad you could think of, you name it, and I’ve probably done it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Pffft hahahahaha! I’d love to see those pictures of you sometime.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Any copies my mother had, I burnt them. You won’t find them anywhere among my things, so give up.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sure the school you attended or former ssmates would have some of them.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll break up with you for real if you dig those up.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, now I’ve really got to find them.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Even the empty threat of a breakup wasn’t enough to dissuade her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“If you dig mine up… I’ll ask your mother to send me all of your most embarrassing pictures. Not just school photos, but baby photos too.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her body reflected in the window stiffened up as she responded, “You… you wouldn’t dare. How would you even contact my mother anyway?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“She left her number with me in case your father ever tried anything funny.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No… my school pictures I don’t care much about… but… my baby photos… I’d seriously need to end your life if you saw those.” It seemed she also had some photos she was extremely embarrassed by and didn’t want others to ever see.
<span style="font-weight:400">“As long as you don’t cross my bottom line, I won’t cross yours.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fine… I get it. I won’t go snooping into your school photos. But what about your own baby photos?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“They’re no longer in this world. Unlike school photos, those are truly gone for good and will never return.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You burnt those too?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.” I’d removed any trace that I ever existed from this world. That was how I lived my life in the past. The fact that I allowed any pictures of me to exist at all this time around proved just how much I’d softened up. The picture that Alicia took back on the rooftop didn’t contain my face, it only captured my figure from behind so I let it slide back then. The old me wouldn’t have even permitted that picture’s existence though.
<span style="font-weight:400">Then the one Alicia took just now which did contain at least the upper half of my face. The old me would have immediately told them to delete the picture on the spot. No, it would never have reached that stage if it was the old me. The second I heard the word picture, I’d have jumped out of the hot tub and gone to the washroom. Maybe I’d have even returned to the room and gone straight to bed.
<span style="font-weight:400">I’d changed. Even if it was a small minor one, it was nevertheless a change. The person responsible for that change was definitely Rosa. Alicia and Irene too contributed to these changes in their own way.
<span style="font-weight:400">Over time they’d slowly chipped away at my hardened shell. They were breaking it down, one tiny piece at a time. There was a long way to go, and I definitely wouldn’t make it an easy process. I was stubborn in my ways as an eternal loner after all. I’d definitely resist them with everything I had.
<span style="font-weight:400">“How sad, I would have liked to see what you looked like back then.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Too bad, that will never happen.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, if we have a few kids in the future I’m sure one will look just like you so I can see it that way.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“A few kids? Just how many do you think I’m going to have? Also, please don’t curse my unborn children to the horrible fate of looking like me. It’d be better if they looked nothing like me and more like their pretty mother.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmmm~ pretty mother? Who, me?” She sounded like she was in a good mood when she heard that.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Whoever the mother is,” I responded in a manner to ruin her mood.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Jeez, you could just say it’s me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I rolled my eyes and asked, “Why don’t you go buy Alicia now?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But she looks so peaceful floating on the water that I can’t bring myself to disturb her.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alicia! Rosa’s back, she’s telling me about some strange things that happened in the hot tub! Is it true?” I said that loud enough for Alicia to hear.
<span style="font-weight:400">Flustered, with her lips in the shape of a squiggly line, her body shot up and she fell off her inner tube. In a panic, she swam to the edge of the pool, jumped out, and sprinted toward Rosa.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Please excuse us, Ran.”She wrapped her arms tightly around her and threw Rosa into the pool!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wuaaaaa!” Rosa let out a yelp when her body hit the water.
<span style="font-weight:400">Alicia dove in after her and the two engaged in mortalbat while whispering back and forth.
<span style="font-weight:400">It took a solid ten minutes before the two settled down and Rosa convinced her that I’d just said something random to get Alicia to drag her away so I could be alone.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I felt I’d been in the hot tub for long enough I took another dip in the pool to cool off. I was dragged into a game of Marco Polo with the two of them. We yed that for about an hour before we did a few rounds of octopus whichsted another forty-five minutes. With about half an hour left we entered the sauna room together and had a contest to see who could stay inside the longest.
<span style="font-weight:400">Alicia dropped out first, ten minutes in. I dropped out second, ten minutes before the pool would close, and let Rosa win. I wanted to end our pool time off in the pool itself rather than in the sauna. After thest ten minutes in the pool, we finally packed up and returned to our room together with all our stuff.
<span style="font-weight:400">While I took a short shower the two of them ordered some room service. We were all pretty hungry after all the time we spent in the pool. When I got out of the shower the two of them entered together. They took much longer inparison. I’d only taken five minutes while they’d taken twenty minutes altogether.
<span style="font-weight:400">By the time they got out of the shower, the food they ordered had arrived. I took the portion they ordered for me and ate it while seated on the bed. The food was honestly pretty good and I had noints. It definitely wasn’t the nd stuff I was used to eating back when I lived alone.
<span style="font-weight:400">We had the TV ying in the background while we ate together on the bed. The two of them were chatting about the food and random things that popped up on the TV. I simply watched the two girls enjoying themselves without butting in. I was exhausted from the games they forced me to y with them back at the pool.
<span style="font-weight:400">I was seriously tired and ready to pass out. As soon as I finished my food, I threw the container into the small garbage bin at the side of the bed. The side of my cheek touched down on the side of the fluffy soft pillow in the process and became glued to it.
<span style="font-weight:400">It wouldn’t budge an inch. I was truly convinced someone had put super glue on it. My head would not leave it.
<span style="font-weight:400">Why were hotel pillows so damn nice? I wanted to resist, but my brain and body would not listen to me. Somehow, with both my hands hung down over the edge of the bed lifelessly like I was dead, I was the first of our little trio to fall asleep in such a strange position.
<span style="font-weight:400">A few minutes in though my eyes were shut, I felt the girls poking my face. I wanted to swat them away, but my body and brain had given in and called it a day. ‘We don’t get paid enough for this shit.’ I felt like my body and brain wanted to tell me that.
<span style="font-weight:400">I get that I’m azy piece of shit, but body and brain, please cooperate!
<span style="font-weight:400">It was no use, neither answered my calls. I was sent to voicemail. ‘Please leave your name and number after the tone and your body and brain will get back to you in the morning.’
<span style="font-weight:400">Don''t screw with me!
<span style="font-weight:400">Haaaaah. Whatever. There’s no point arguing with myself. I give up. Poke my face or whatever, do whatever you want, I don’t care right now.