Chapter Nineteen - Knife

Eleanor's P.O.V

Cold. It was too cold. I was feeling as if needles were pricking my skin. I tossed and turned but I couldn't find the warmth I was searching for.

I patted the space next to me. Empty. It was empty. My eyes shot open. My side of the bed was empty.

Where is Daniel?

And, as if to answer that question he entered the room, half naked and half lost in his thoughts.

"Daniel?" I called him out but he didn't turn around as a chill ran down my back.

Why am I getting a bad vibe?

"DANIEL!" I shouted his name out as he finally turned around to face. No reply. He just stared at me with a blank look on his face.

"Daniel, say something. Where are you coming from?" I asked, panicking a bit as I got up from the bed, forgetting all about my bareness as I ran up to him and hugged him. But, instead of relaxing his body grew stiffer under my touch.

Letting him go, I looked up at his face as I palmed his face. "Daniel?"

"You lied to me, Eleanor." He said, looking me right in the eye maki