Pursuance One

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was a Friday night, and the moon shone brightly outside the five-story building. On the third floor, a light was still on. Vesta Fades was sitting in a chair in the dance studio, gripping a hand mirror. Her eyes were swollen. In her beautiful face was the sadness that was visible, biting her lower lip to prevent the sobs from wanting to come out of his mouth. She was tired of crying alone. Every time her groupmates left home, she stayed behind, wanting to be left alone. 

 

 

 

 

It was almost a year ago when her twin brother, Xyrell, disappeared. Her Aunt Elena's hired investigator always came to the same conclusion: Xyrell would never find out he was dead. She could not accept it until now. For the months that passed, she prayed that Xyrell was alive until she had no hope left.

 

 

 

 

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She remembers the morning when her cousin Ashley called her during rehearsal practice for their group for the upcoming shows in Cebu next week. Her world fell upon her after she heard from Ashley that Xyrell’s bag was left in the forest, along with his papers, ID, money, and notes about his research. Blood traces that ended in the fall confirmed Xyrell’s blood in the test conducted by the police. The police concluded that a wild animal attacked her brother, which led to his demise, and his body was eaten. She left the studio that day, running to her Aunt Elena’s office, tears streaming from her eyes, for she could not contain the horrible news.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vesta opened her eyes and wiped away the tears from her face, using her free hand. She can’t forget that day. She will always remember it as the darkest day of her life. She sighed helplessly. The blow of the air-con made her even sicker. The coldness reminded her of how cold her life was, losing both her parents at twelve, and again, she lost the last of her family.

 

 

 

 

She questioned herself why she was so unlucky, why she needed to be broken in different ways. Is this a life that is intended for her to be miserable until the end? She bitterly smiled, placing the hand mirror on the table beside her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aunt Elena was the sister of her mother, who had adopted her and her twin brother after losing both their parents. She took good care of them, like their mother. Vesta was blessed to have her. Nonetheless, she felt guilty about her Aunt Elena living a life without her own family, with no children on her own, because her attention was focused on them.

 

 

 

 

Vesta stood up and had enough. She could not move on when she, until now, believed that Xyrell was alive, waiting for her to find him. She felt it. Xyrell was not gone. The police report was wrong. They were all wrong. And she will prove it. She clenched her fist. She strode out of the studio, going toward the office of her Aunt Elena.

 

 

 

 

Similarly, she knocked on the brown wood door.

 

 

 

 

“Come in,” said the soft voice of her Aunt Elena.

 

 

 

 

Vesta opened the door, and she saw the surprised reaction of her aunt.

 

 

 

 

“Why are you still here, Vesta? You should go home. You have a show tomorrow,” Aunt Elena said with concern in her voice.

 

 

 

 

Aunt Elena put down the blue folder she was reading on her desk. She was sitting in a swivel chair. The place was capacious, yet there was only a desk and a drawer in the room. Vesta’s eyes landed on the picture frame on the desk. It was a picture taken after her Aunt Elena adopted her and her brother. Aunt Elena was twenty-two years old in the photo in the frame.

 

 

 

 

She walked towards the vacant chair near the desk. The atmosphere in the room made her uneasy. It was lifeless in her eyes. Vesta sat down without waiting for her Aunt Elena to invite her to do so.

 

 

 

 

“I don’t want to go home, Aunt Elena, I want to talk to you, and it’s very important,” Vesta said, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. She knew Aunt Elena enough for her to disagree with her plan.

 

 

 

 

“What is it?” Aunt Elena’s unsure voice.

 

 

 

 

“Concerning my brother...” Vesta said in a faint voice, meeting her Aunt Elena’s eyes.

 

 

 

 

Aunt Elena had a frown on her face. “What about your brother?”

 

 

 

 

She inhaled the air before she slowly blew it out. Why was she so nervous? She didn’t want to hurt her Aunt Elena with her decision.

 

 

 

 

“I’m going to La Moran, Aunt Elena, to find him,” Vesta said.

 

 

 

 

Aunt Elena had an impression that every time she talked, you couldn’t look away from her face, having a long nose, dark eyes with long eyelashes, the same as Vesta’s mother, light brown skin, and full, red lipstick lips. She had black, long, wavy hair and had a petite, slim body.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There were a lot of men interested in her and some courted her. However, she had no interest in finding a partner. Vesta doesn’t know the reason, as if her Aunt Elena was waiting for someone.

 

 

 

 

Aunt Elena frowned while thinking for a second. She exhaled. “About your brother? Vesta, if it's bothering you—"

 

 

 

 

Vesta cut her Aunt Elena's words short by raising her right hand, which perplexed her aunt. She didn’t want to hear her aunt’s reasons for it.

 

 

 

 

“Aunt, please! I want to find my brother. I’ll do everything to find out the truth and the reason he went missing. Why would they say he’s dead with no corpse?” Vesta reasoned in a pleading tone. She closed her eyes just to stop the hot tears that wanted to fall. She slowly opened her eyes. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aunt Elena was so surprised by what Vesta said. Her face shows rejection. “No, I won’t agree with that! What are you thinking about, Vesta? I don’t want you to get in danger, so I won’t!” She stiffly refused, as if what Vesta was doing was madness.

 

 

 

 

“Aunt Elena, please. It’s been a long time since I thought about it. I want to find my brother. I want to see him. I want to find out the truth about why he’s missing. Not only that, but I will never believe the investigator who thinks he’s probably dead because I know he’s not. He was still alive and needed me to find him," Vesta said emphatically.

 

 

 

 

“I will not allow you to do that, Vesta. You need to go home and sleep. I’m going home later; I have a meeting to attend," Aunt Elena said in a tough and final tone. She stood up from her chair and grabbed her bag.

 

 

 

 

Vesta saw in her aunt that she won’t change her decision no matter what she did, she said even she’ll beg her with her knees on the tiled floor. When her aunt said no, it meant no, period. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vesta sighed. No was not an option for her, and she would not accept it. She had no choice but to take the last option she had.

 

 

 

 

“I’m so sorry, Aunt. I decided last night, even if you demur, I will still do it. Because I'll be gone for six months, you'll need to explain it to the press and my group," Vesta stated emphatically. She stood up dignified and walked through the door.

 

 

 

 

“Vesta Fades! When have you learned to be hardheaded?” The angry voice of Aunt Elena caused Vesta to stop and turn back to face her.

 

 

 

 

Vesta gripped her hand hard. “I’m not hardheaded, Aunt. I know what I am doing. Find him. He’s alive! I have hope that he’s still out there, needing me to find him. Forgive me if I don’t follow your words now. Xyrell needs me,” Vesta said in a sad choking tone.

 

 

 

 

"Vesta, I love you both, and I don't want you to suffer the same fate as your brother. I'm pleading with you to halt your plans. I will do anything to find him. Likewise, I don’t want you to be in danger,” Aunt Elena said. She was full of pleading, worry, and commands.

 

 

 

 

I’m so sorry, Aunt Elena... But my decision is final.

 

 

 

 

Vesta did not speak and went out for a walk to her office. She heard Aunt Elena calling her, but she continued to walk like she heard nothing.

 

 

 

 

Vesta arrived at the house of her aunt. It was 12 a.m., and everyone was asleep except for her. She was unable to sleep. The feeling of what she did made her happy, yet sad as well. 

 

 

 

 

She didn’t want to hurt her aunt, but she had no choice. The pain she had of losing the only family she had was so unbearable for her. She walked to her room. She could only hear her own footsteps because the silence was so deafening. The creaking of the open door added to the sound.

 

 

 

 

The suitcases were ready, and far away was the place she was going to. She stared at the analog round clock placed on top of her nightstand beside her bed. She sat on her bed.

 

 

 

 

8:30 PM, the number shown on the clock.

 

 

 

 

She has five hours remaining to sleep, but if she stayed here, surely her aunt would not allow her to go away. Vesta’s phone was chiming beside her bed. Vesta doesn’t glance at it. She knew who it was, her aunt. She had no intention of accepting the call in the first place.

 

 

 

 

She opened the drawer on her nightstand. Her hand grabbed a jewelry box, and opened it. In the box, she kept her sapphire twin necklace. It has an oval-shaped pendant with two hands designed to hold each other. She slowly stood up and walked to the mirror, and stopped. She put the necklace around her neck, feeling the embrace of the coldness of the gold chain. Likewise, she touched the pendant with her icy hand.

 

 

 

 

This was the only gift that her parents gave to her and her brother. She saw her sad face reflected in the round metal mirror. She stared at her eyes pensively. It’s not recognizable that the eyes colored her had been dark blue when it’s not stricken by light.

 

 

 

 

Vesta always wore a brown contact lens to hide the natural color because she was anxious about it and thought that she was the only one with that kind of eye color. She has the same eye color as her twin brother, but she was wondering why either of her parents didn’t have those colors. Perhaps they inherited this color from their grandparents.

 

 

 

 

Vesta wiped away the tears that fell into her eyes. She’s been so emotional these past months. It’s been a long time since she wore the necklace after leaving her childhood home. She turned around and walked back to her bed, stopping at the foot of the bed and looking around the room. Maybe she forgot something. Her gaze was drawn to the picture frame on her nightstand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vesta walked to the nightstand and sat on the bed after she had taken the family picture frame. Her father carried her in his arm, one hand clasped on her mother's back, while Xyller stood above the chair beside our mother, a wide smile on her face.She caresses the glass frame. They were in the living room where the picture was taken. She lowered her gaze to the half picture hanging on the back of her dad.

 

 

 

 

Vesta had previously overlooked them hanging a picture on the wall in their home. It seems there’s something pinned below the picture wall frame. She looked hard at the picture. It almost squinted her eyes.

 

 

 

 

What was that? She returned the picture frame to its placement when her phone rang again. Why would her aunt not stop calling her? No matter what her Aunt Elena said, she wouldn't change her mind. She grabbed it and ceased pressing the reject call icon when she noticed it wasn’t Aunt Elena who was calling.

 

 

 

 

A smiled unbound in her mouth before she answered the call. She did not expect that her friend would call her. Maybe she brought a piece of news that Vesta wanted to find out.