Why it never ends

Chapter 14 The Three Sisters
Near twelve midnight, Hesta woke up alone from the soft bed.

At about six o'clock this afternoon, Mrs. Lavitt, who worked as an administrator in the dormitory, delivered three 29-inch packages, one of which was a black suitcase.Everything from toiletries to a change of clothes is included.

Mrs. Lavitt, 50, looks as amiable as Valenti, has short light blond hair, and helped Hesta send her first e-mail since entering the base.

After Lavitt left, Hesta didn't pack her luggage at all. She fell tiredly on the bed and fell asleep quickly, until the harsh crackling sound suddenly came from the living room, and she suddenly woke up.

Hesta sat up slowly and looked in the direction of the living room—it seemed that the mirror she had deliberately pushed back this afternoon was broken after all.

There was a familiar sobbing and comforting murmur from the living room. Hesta listened to it in the dark for a while, and that cry made her feel very familiar... It seemed that it was the one she heard in the bathroom in the afternoon.

Hesta went down quietly, and she heard a broken conversation in the drawing room.Although she wasn't sure if it was a good time to say hello, her hand was already holding the doorknob and spinning downward.

What she didn't expect was that the moment she opened the door, another door diagonally opposite also opened.

"Excuse me?" A silver-haired girl's head poked out from behind the opposite door, "I'm going to get up at seven o'clock tomorrow morning to participate in special training, can you be quieter?"

Turan's cries stopped abruptly, but her sobs grew louder because of the sudden break.

"Thank you." The door was quickly closed again, and in the gap at the last moment, Hesta's eyes briefly met hers - those were also a pair of blue eyes, and Hesta saw the eyebrow of her left eyebrow There are three metal nails on the bone and intricate tattoo designs on the bare shoulders.

With a bang, the girl's face in the shadows disappeared, only the band poster on her door looked at the three of them in the living room with a provocative and playful look.

The girl who had been softly comforting Turan turned around, "Are you a newcomer here today?"

"Yeah." Hesta nodded.

"I'm Liz Fletcher," she showed a helpless smile, "Would you like to come to my room for a while?"

……

A few minutes later, Hesta sat in Liz Fletcher's room with a cup of hot cocoa. Fearing that she would be cold, Liz gave her a thin blanket to cover her bare calves and feet.

Liz had short, apricot-brown hair, a shade lighter than Turan's.A faint band of freckles runs from her left cheek through the bridge of her nose to her right cheek, and there are some less obvious goggle prints on her eye sockets, and there is also a dark black and white boundary line on her wrist.

The index and middle fingers of Liz's left hand were covered with Band-Aids, and the edges were slightly warped, and it seemed that they hadn't been replaced for several days - Hesta could tell that these were the marks left by her latest mission.

The hot cocoa Liz had prepared for Turan had been kept on the bedside cabinet, but Turan didn’t take a sip—she curled up in a ball, choked up facing the wall, Liz still gently stroked Turan’s back and comforted him. looking at her.

Hesta held hot cocoa that was equally rich in sweetness and bitterness, and after taking a sip, she didn't drink any more.

She looked at the room silently—it was filled with bookshelves of different heights, and each shelf was filled to the brim, but even so, there were still a lot of books piled up beside the bed and on the corner of the table, which Liz cut out by herself. Several off-white gridded sheets draped over it to keep out the dust.

There is a picture frame hanging on the wall above the bed, but what is framed in the frame is not a picture, but a leather gun holster that has been used for a long time. It is nailed to the center of the picture frame, and the leather buckle hangs in the air. In the middle, it has been worn and whitish.

There is a brown button accordion hanging at the end of the bed. The bellows looks very clean without any dust, which shows that it is often used.

After a while, Hesta put down the mug, and she looked through the bookshelf at hand until she saw a copy of "Edgar's Dark Tales".

"Your name is Jane Hester, isn't it?" Liz behind her suddenly called out to her. When Hester turned around, she realized that Liz and Turan had turned over at some point and looked at her. side.

Turan was resting on Liz's lap, her eye sockets and nose were red. At this moment, she was holding the pillow in her arms, and her brown hair was tied into a ponytail casually, hanging down on Liz's lap.

"Well," replied Hesta, "Miss Valenti Wiggin sent me over this afternoon."

"I know." Liz laughed, "Miss Valenti also sent me your information this afternoon... From now until I leave the training base in September, I will be your assistant officer, except for daily classes Outside of training time, if you encounter any problems, you can come to me, or Turan."

"I can't help much." Turan muttered.

"Haha, what are you talking about?" Liz tapped Turan's head lightly.

Hesta suddenly remembered the pair of ice-blue eyes he saw in the crack of the door just now: "Who is the one next door?"

"Her name is Lico, and she came last year." Liz replied, "I, Turan, and Lico are the third-year, two-year and first-year students here respectively. I will help you. But Lico is a bit special, if she offends you in the future, please don’t mind—she is a little unstable and is still receiving treatment.”

"Unstable?"

"Usually after the 'item training' is over, everything is fine in daily life." Liz replied with a smile, "What were you watching just now?"

""Edgar's Dark Tales." Hesta pointed to the spine of the book, "Someone has read this collection of stories to me before."

"Really." Liz's eyes lit up. "This book is more popular in the first district. I managed to get the full volume... Who read it to you?"

Hesta remained silent and didn't answer, so that Liz hesitated whether she shouldn't ask this question.But soon, she suddenly said: "...It's not important, what she read to me is not the horror stories in it, but specially selected some... clips related to interior decoration."

"Renovation? That's an expert," Liz felt even more pleasantly surprised. "I remember that Edgar highly admired the decoration style in the west of the third district, and he even wrote a special article "Philosophy of Decoration."

Hesta looked at Liz: "Do you like Edgar too?"

Liz smiled and shook her head, "I chose this book simply because I took an elective course of Gothic literature, and I haven't read it until now except for the first "Black Cat"... What about you? ? Which of the stories here is your favorite?"

Hesta took down the second volume of the book, and she flipped through the book skillfully. After a few random flips, she quickly found the part that she had heard and read many times.

"Miss Fletcher would like to hear?"

"Please call me Liz." Liz looked at Hesta with a smile.

"Liz."

"Then... Excuse me."

(End of this chapter)