KelvinThe ocean doesn’t care about bloodshed.It just keeps moving… soft, endless waves kissing Miami’s white sand like the world isn’t burning in pieces around it.I lean on the balcony rail, the morning breeze pressing cool fingers against my skin.Below, the resort hums quietly.Security guards at their posts. Palm trees whispered in the daylight.I'm sure that if I closed my eyes, I could almost hear tourists laughing in the distance.Just a simple, normal life.But there’s nothing normal about what’s been happening.It’s been a week since the Gathering went to hell. Since the explosion tore through half the conference hall and sent the five families scattering like frightened children.A week of questions, lies, and the taste of ash in my mouth.And last night, Damien came knocking.He kept talking about us pooling our resources together to find out who was really behind the explosions.That’s how he said it.In a calm and polished manner. Like a man offering peace.But peace do
LauraFor a moment, I thought that Kelvin and I were going to pounce on each other, but then came the knock. Not frantic, not polite.Three solid, measured taps.Then the guard walked in to whisper something in Kelvin's ears.Kelvin didn’t move.His expression didn’t betray anything, but I felt the tension crawl across the room like static.“I need you to stay in this room.” he had said quietly, not looking at me. “No matter what you hear, don’t come out.”That tone… calm but final… left no room for argument.But of course, the more he said don’t, the more my curiosity burned.So, when he stepped out to the terrace, I waited a few minutes… then I followed him.From the living room, I could see the faint silhouette of Kelvin pacing near the terrace, his phone in his hand, his jaw tight.The sea beyond the house was calm, too calm. Even the guards had that nervous edge tonight… the kind where they pretended to be alert but kept glancing at the gates as if waiting for something.One of
KelvinThe next morning came by so fast.I came down the stairs to find Laura already at the long dining table, sunlight painting her hair in shades of copper and gold. She didn’t look up upon hearing me walk in.The scrape of her spoon against the bowl was the only sound in the room.Dylan sat at the far end pretending to read messages on his phone.Two of the guards hovered near the door. It was as if everyone could feel the leftover storm from last night.I took the seat across from her, poured coffee, and waited for her to say something.She didn’t. The silence between us felt sharper than any argument.“Did you sleep well?” I asked. My voice came out flat.She gave a humorless laugh. “Did you expect me to?”The guards looked up. I sent them a glance that meant I wanted them to leave.Almost immediately, they obeyed, and chairs scraped, boots moved as they marched out the door, and then it was just us.“Look, I know I came out wrong yesterday, but you can’t keep acting like that,”
KelvinThe night air felt heavy, thick enough to press against my skin.There was something off about Laura today…. something in the way her eyes kept darting away whenever I looked at her, the way she smiled without really smiling.She’d been quiet all evening, barely touching her food, her mind clearly elsewhere. I’d noticed her glancing at her phone more than once, the glow of the screen lighting her face like she was waiting for something…. or someone.I told myself to ignore it. To trust her.After everything we’d been through, after the way our relationship has been rocky of late, she deserved that much.But the truth was, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was missing something. That she was slipping out of my reach and I didn’t even know why.So when she crept out of the bedroom and stepped out into the night, I didn’t stop her.I just sat there for a while, listening to the echo of her footsteps fade down the driveway. Then I reached for my phone as soon as she left the hous
LauraThe next morning came heavy, the kind that sits on your chest no matter how much air you pull in.After the text I sent in the middle of the night, it seemed like the beach house felt quieter than it should.Our men were still patrolling the grounds for signs of danger, and aside from the note sent by Damien and Rosie, nothing has been heard from the remaining families.I guess everyone's still reeling from the aftermath and it'll take some time.Kelvin also tried to act normal despite his distance the past couple of days, but I could feel his eyes on me all through breakfast, like he was studying every move I made.Suspicious, somehow.I shook my head slightly.I must be paranoid because of how guilty I felt, but in my defence, Kelvin and his father are also up to some shady shit.“Are you alright?” he asked finally, voice gentle and probing.I smiled, the act practiced and fake. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.”The words slipped out of my mouth easily even though they were a lie.
LauraThe ocean had never felt this loud before.Waves slammed against the rocks in a rhythm that made the whole house shudder, as if the sea itself was restless tonight.I should have been asleep. Everyone else probably was. But my mind wouldn’t stop racing…. looping back to Damien and Rosie’s message, to the way Kelvin had gone silent afterward, and the thousand unspoken things floating in the air between us.He disappeared earlier today and came back in an even more sour mood before locking himself up in the office.He didn't bother to check in on me so I left him alone, but now that I was alone in the dark….my mind refused to be at rest.I gave up on pretending to rest and slipped out of bed. The night was cool, the hallway dim except for the faint silver gleam of moonlight leaking through the floor-to-ceiling windows.I didn’t even know where I was going; I just let my feet carry me as I needed air ….. needed to breathe fresh, clean air that wasn't polluted with tension and secre