Amber’s reaction was even stranger. Her eyes went wide. She started typing furiously on her phone, her hands shaking.I wanted to get up right then, march over, grab her by the wrist and drag her home. But something stopped me.Something deep and instinctive told me to wait.To see this through.To
Ichika She might not know it, but Amber is a lot more expressive than she thinks she is.For someone who tries so hard to stay composed, to wear her calm like armor; she doesn’t realize how much her emotions bleed through. The way her eyes cloud when she’s anxious, the way her fingers twist togethe
It came almost instantly.“Patience, my darling. The bartender is headed your way. He’ll give you a glass of juice. I want you to drink it.”I saw red.The message burned on my screen, and my jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. Was he out of his mind? Did he really think I was stupid enough to drink so
Amber The moment I stepped out of the taxi onto 25 Beaumont Street, the cool night air bit at my skin. The street was dimly lit, washed in the soft orange glow of the streetlamps. I could see the bar just ahead, its sign gleaming faintly against the dark sky. A soft hum of music spilled out each ti
11:48 PM.Rayne, Ian, and Ken were still out there somewhere combing through streets, forests, old warehouses, anywhere Erlan could have taken Evalie, along with the police.I prayed that they would find something, anything, before midnight came. But deep down, I knew they wouldn’t. Erlan was too me
Amber Time is such a mysterious thing.More often than not, we feel like we never have enough of it. It slips away, rushing forward even when we try to hold on to it. But in a situation such as this, I find myself counting seconds. Every tick of the clock feels like a cruel reminder that I’m still