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“Ah!” Nirvana sighed and relaxed entirely against the chair, staring at the stars with a gentle faraway look in her eyes. The meat had been dealt with and the only thing that remained was the beer that she continued sipping at irregular intervals, sometimes she sipped it as if she wanted to quickly finish it and get rid of it, other times it was like she forgot that she was even holding a can of beer. “Are you sure you should continue drinking? You are already drunk and would be going to work tomorrow,” Severin asked. He was sitting next—very close—to her and he didn’t seem to focus his gaze on anything in particular. He had finally listened to Nirvana and took a can of beer and that was the only thing he had been sipping since, it was like there was something stopping him from finishing it. Nirvana waved off his concern. “That doesn’t matter, I am not drunk and if I have a hangover tomorrow, my future self will deal with it.” “That is an utterly irresponsible thing to say.” He co

“And somehow, you managed to get along so well with Severin Moore that you ended up staying over in his place countless times?” Leah asked with wide eyes, bringing her face closer to the camera as if she was hoping to get close and personal with Nirvana through the phone. “What the hell happened to Severin Moore is a perfect prick?” “It wasn’t countless times, only twice and both were situational,” Nirvana defended herself. “The first one was that rainy night that I locked myself out of my place, the last bus had stopped running, my other car keys were locked in too, the car I took to work broke down. Severin only came to my aid. And last night was because I got drunk and refused to go back to my place, you of all people know how I get when I am drunk.” “And it was when he was drunk that he took advantage of you and asked you out on a date? Should you seriously be attending a date like that? You are supposed to refuse it in the morning when he reminded you about it. A man like that

The car ride was quiet. Nirvana sat beside Sevrin, the space between them thinner than before, not touching, but filled with a silence where she no longer feared or thought she needed to fill it. Outside, the city blurred past in streaks of orange and violet and Nirvana’s fingers toyed with her high-waist jeans, and he noticed. “You are still shaking,” He said, his attention focused on the road. “I’m fine.” “You’re not.” He didn’t press her further, just turned the wheel sharply down an unfamiliar road and it was then she noticed that they weren’t going home. The view started changing to fog veiled hills the more he drove, the sound of tires swallowing wet gravel and the occasional sigh of sea air through cracked windows. “Where are we—?” “You’ll see.” When they pulled up, it wasn’t to another building glowing with life but to a gate ruin cloaked in ivy. He reached behind his seat and pulled out a brass key that was ancient-looking and unlike any she’d seen. Nirvana raised

Kaitlyn read the words on her screen out loud and cocked a brow in disbelief and surprise. “What kind of delusions was this private investigator on at this moment he decided to believe that Severin was the guardian?” She asked, her words laced with sarcasm, doubt and mockery even though there was no one with her. She raised the phone and reread the unchanging words to see if she was the one that got it wrong. Her mind flashed to the unchanging face that lacked any emotion whatsoever, the frosty green eyes that seemed to have frozen over and looked at everything with neutrality, detachment, and boredom and the presence that calculated every of his movement and actions. It was the same attribute whether it was his older or younger self. A laugh tumbled out of her lips. “Impossible.” She wheezed as she continued to laugh for no particular reason. Maybe she found the notion too ridiculous but It was just too impossible for the person to be the Severin Moore Kaitlyn had been familiar wi

It was a bit past two in the morning and Nirvana would rather spend the time sleeping than pondering about her life. She would have kept the thoughts for when she woke up in the morning and was fit enough to discern everything— including the man who stuck to her at the minute of her death as well as her new resolve— more carefully, but her brain had other plans. And that might be the reason why Nirvana found herself sitting in a moving car as soon as she closed her eyes, a look at her surroundings was all she needed to know that she was stuck in a dream. Or a memory to be precise. There was no definite way to prove that this wasn’t just her endlessly turning wheels of her brain relieving some past events while she remained half-conscious. Even the dream she just had earlier was supposed to be a memory buried very deep inside her, something she wasn’t even aware she had. The interior of the car was something she hadn’t seen in a while. There was even a possibility that this was the