~Abella
I’m struck by a moment of confusion.
All this raises, is the question of whether or not I should believe him. This small room has no windows; no way of letting me know that he is telling me the truth of not. It seems like such an absurd idea, but how can I explain away that feeling of falling and suddenly appearing here as one of Cian’s many manipulations? Even he isn’t capable of something so convoluted.
My back hits the wall as I keep backing away. I feel the frame of a picture behind me, which I can already tell by looking at the other pictures in the room, that it is beyond expensive. Mayb
~AbellaMy mouth goes dry.The rational me would immediately assume he is taunting me with some kind of joke to make this situation even worse. However, I stare at him, as he gets back up to his feet, I see no falter in his expression. He doesn’t burst into laughter, and he doesn’t immediately crack some kind of joke at my expense. He is completely serious.Fear fills my veins like thick poison. The
~AbellaI’m not sure why I’m so nervous.The note is clutched in my hand, in case this is a sick ruse put together by the girls in the house. How embarrassing it would be to come here, and assume Noah wants to speak to me, but it was put together to make fun of me. At least with this note, I have an excuse if it doesn’t come together.Maybe it’s just me doubting why he wants to see me again. I hardly remember our conversation from that one night I found him burning all those letters. Everything after our first introduction feels like a blur, and as much as I try bring it back, nothing comes to me.
~AbellaThe persistent nudge of paper against my cheek wakes me.Blearily, I blink my eyes open until I can fully see. I slept like a baby last night. After my meeting with Noah that morning, I worked all day with a genuine smile on my face, which is a change from my usual attitude. Noah didn’t mention anything about my promotion, but I’m sure I’ll start by next week. It might not be such a good idea to spend more time around him…
~AbellaThere’s no reasonable explanation for this.I’ve spent my entire evening pouring over these drawings, trying to decipher what any of it means, but not being able to come to any conclusions that don’t frighten me. I’ve considered that maybe he’s just lost, alone, and these are a dark representation. Or maybe he is struggling with the loss of someone close to him, or maybe he has terrible nightmares each night and is looking for an outlet…I’m truly reaching at this point.
~Abella“Going somewhere?”Pausing in my step, I glance over my shoulder to see who has interrupted me. Evening as set in to its darkest point, so I assumed I could sneak out of this building without alerting the other girls. The last thing I need is for them to know I’m going out to dinner with Noah. I’ll never here the end of it.
~AbellaI have a way of making Noah vulnerable.It’s probably my worst idea yet, however, it’s worth a shot. Not to mention, it’s a question that’s been dwelling on my mind since the moment it happened, disturbing me consistently. I’m hoping this might link to Cian, giving me some answers. Neither of them so far have been able to give me a sliver of information, which means I’ll just have to be more creative in getting it out of them.“Can I ask you something. You have to promise not to be mad,” I say softly. Noah glances up at me from where he was serving himself food. He raises a questioning eyebrow. He touchy now, skept
~AbellaI should have known he was going to take me here.When I told him I wanted him to take me elsewhere, I didn’t expect him to arrive in a flurry of colour and cloth before whizzing me off the immortal realm. We arrived in the same small apartment I remember from the time he broke the news to me. We don’t stay for long though, as he takes me out onto the streets. According to him, this is his territory, which is just a city drenched in lights.
~AbellaMy first reaction is to run.Despite my weakening limbs and clouding vision, I stumble into the club. The pounding music isn’t helping, and neither are the lights, as I squint, looking around for the sight of the immortal. Instead, I see dancing bodies and alcohol being passed around. A parting in the crowd allows me to see Cian by the bar, holding the bartender by the collar of his shirt.“