บททั้งหมดของ Her Runaway Gamma : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

DANEI muster a little bit of courage. My hands tremble slightly as I clutch them harder around my cup, making the plastic shake as I speak."Cara, can we… can we talk?"I can't even speak properly, or bear to even look her in the eyes right now, which I know will probably be looking worried because of me.Guilt and shame envelopes me like an icy, cold, unforgiving blanket. Damn me."Ye-yeah… " she stutters slowly, quietly. "I also need to tell you something." She continues. "We can talk over there."She sounds serious. Cara rarely sounds serious.That catches my attention more, and I lift up my eyes to see her pointing at the newly renovated wooden cabin house just a bit far from where we are.Back at the lake, Rhia and Alex are absently busy splashing water at Killian and fighting to dip his head into the lake. They seem to be lost in their enjoyment. I am sure they won't even notice Cara and I when we are gone."Alright."After a few minutes later, Cara and I arrive at the back of

PRESENT DAYCARAInduction Day is always worth the stress. Worth the sacrifice of brain cells. Worth the sleepless nights filled with rigorous training drills and marathon exam preparations.For two solid years, I and my brother Al, together with our friends, Rhia and Killian, stood by one another through the thick and thin of the Greenwood Defense Academy.And today, all our efforts and hardwork will be worth it.The large auditorium is opulently decorated. The vast space is bathed in a soft, golden glow emanating from the ornate chandeliers suspended from the high vaulted ceiling.The rays of the morning sun radiates into the auditorium through the tall glass windows, adding to the glow of the chandeliers. Rich tapestries line the high interior walls. Rows and rows of polished oak pews stretch the entire space all the way to the exit, each one cushioned with plush burgundy velvet.Delicate floral arrangements, bursting with vibrant hues of crimson, gold, and emerald, adorn the seve

CARAOf course I am not alright.I feel like I am about to experience a full blown panic attack.How can I be alright when there are plenty chances of me stumbling into Dane in here of all fucking people and of all fucking places!?But I do not want to trouble Rhia with my anxiety. So, she does not need to know the truth.“I am fine. I just need to use the restroom.” I smile, being careful not to make my fake expression look exaggerated. Rhia has this invisible dexterity of sniffing out exaggerations.“Alright. Take your time. Meanwhile….” she suddenly appears to my front, winking mischievously at me. “Don’t fuck around in there.”I laugh. Rhia's brazen mouth never lacks the nastiest statements. I am still surprised that her V card still exists after all these years.“I am coming.” I turn around, heading straight for the exit. The restroom is the least place I want to be in right now….I need to go somewhere far away from here. Somewhere I do not want to see him.Why the hell is he ba

DANENow back home, I ignore the tension hanging in the air of my mother's study office, which is almost suffocating.The warrior stands with her back to the bookshelf, arms folded. Her pixie hair cut is dyed green black, a colour I think suits her gloomy, heartless demeanor very well.She even has a large eagle wing tat on her right arm now, adding to the collection of the rest of her tats existing on almost half of her back and stomach.Carmden Morgan never loved tats. But after dad's death, she began swimming in tons of them.I relax comfortably into the plush soft sofa facing her desk, playing with the plain silver ring around my index finger and not caring that fire embers are shooting from her eyes directed at me.Why is she still silent!? Can we get on with this conversation already?“Julian told me you want to be allocated to the packhouse.” She finally spits out the words like they are bitter medicine she needs to get rid off her tongue.“You are acting like I didn't tell you

CARAI take a huge bite.Dear goddess…. It feels like all my taste buds just got electricifed to life.Kian has really mastered this baking stuff superpower.“Hmmm,” I moan, taking another bite. “Maybe this cake is also one of the reasons why that girl followed you here, Kian. It tastes so damn good.”“Thanks.” He says with a corky smile.Rhia swiftly steals a cake chunk from Kian and tucks it inside her jacket, eyeing him. “If you end up not teaching me how you made these—”“Calm down tigress,” he shoves his floppy onyx hair off his forehead with a chuckle. “You know I don't go back on my word.”“You better not. You are too handsome for me to chop and mash you into dog food for Silver.”Silver is Rhia's German Shepherd. Huge with fluffy silver fur with sparses of faint black strands. That pet of hers can smell a fading scent as far as six hundred paces away from a single spot.“Silver loves me.” Kian defends. “She would never eat me even if I am processed into dog food.”These two….