Semua Bab If not love, Whatelse?: Bab 11 - Bab 20

CHAPTER ELEVENThey weren't just watching, they were inside.They both stood outside, and a deafening silence enveloped the air.Amy reached out to Camellia's hand in panic, squeezing it tightly as her wide, terrified eyes lingered on the bold black message written on the wall.Camellia's facial expression remained neutral, showing no signs of fear or comfort, just her gaze on the wall. Her heart thundered in her chest, each beat echoing like a war drum.Slowly, Camellia began approaching the door, scanning the shadowy corners of the apartment, suspicion laced in her eyes.“Amy…” she whispered, her voice barely heard through the palpable tension. “ I think someone is still here”.Amy nodded slowly, a cold dread settling in her stomach. “ The door was locked when we left right?”“Yes…I locked it myself” Camellia replied as you got hold of the door, ready to swing it open.“Cami..we can just run, we don't need to go inside,” Amy said worriedly.“No! My documents and letters are still In

Chapter 13[ At a mini studio]“For fuck’s sake Ethan, what are we doing here?” Williams asked with a frown, while Ethan remained silent and moved to the computer on the side table, scrolling.Ethan had pulled him to their mini studio, and Williams was still mad he’d ruined his moment with the lady at the park.”“Here!” Ethan suddenly exclaimed, his grin wide and eyes glued to the screen.Williams stared at him blankly like some weirdo. “ What do you mean, we’re in?”“Well… “ Ethan spun the monitor toward him grinning widely. “ It means we freaking made it! MM Academy. And you know what that means, right? “ Ethan asked.The words took a second to sink in. Williams leaned closer, scanning the screen until he found them:#5: WILLIAMS WYATT#6: ETHAN DAWSONBoldly written on the screen.“ You’re kidding right?” Williams breathed.“We're in,” Ethan repeated, his grin stretching wider. “ You're welcome, by the way. Imagine if I hadn't yanked you away from that girl .”“ That girl,” William

That evening, Williams lay sprawled on his bed, headphones tossed aside, when he heard a bang on the door.“Come in,” he muttered.His father stepped in, voice sharp as steel. “Williams. We need to talk.”Williams sat up slowly, already bracing. “About what?”“Your future. Enough with this music nonsense. The force needs young blood, and you’re fit for it.”Williams clenched his jaw. “Dad, I’ve said it a thousand times. I’m not throwing away my dream just to chase criminals.”“Williams!”He cut him off, heat rising in his chest. “Ain’t parents supposed to back their kids up? You’ve never supported me. Not once. And now that I finally got into MM Academy, you’re still against me? I thought you’d be proud. Guess I was wrong. Maybe Mum would’ve been happy…”The words ripped out of him, raw, leaving his throat tight. Before his father could answer, Williams grabbed his jacket and stormed toward the door.“Williams!” The old man’s voice cracked for the first time.He stopped, hand on the k

Camellia’s pace quickened, the city blurring around her. His footsteps followed, steady and relentless, and each one tightened the knot in her chest. No matter how far she went, his voice chased her.“Camellia… Camellia.”Williams caught up, his hand closing gently around her arm. “Wait. Please.”She stopped, but didn’t turn. The warmth of his touch burned through her sleeve, sending shivers across her skin. “What do you want from me?” Her voice was stern, almost cold.Breathless, Williams stepped in front of her, eyes searching her face. But when she refused to meet his gaze, his chest fell with a sigh. “I just want to talk,” he said softly, almost pleading. “I didn’t mean to scare you last night.”Slowly, she lifted her head, eyes wary. “Why? Why do you want to talk to me? You don’t know me.”His jaw tightened, his voice dropping to a whisper. “How could I not?”Camellia frowned, but he pressed on, offering a faint smile. “Because I want to be your friend.”“Friend?” she repeated, s

The night stretched endlessly for Williams. He lay awake, the tiny fabric flower balanced on his palm. Every time he tried to close his eyes, he saw her…. soaked, trembling, staring at him with those glassy eyes that begged him to leave and begged him to stay all at once.“Damn it,” he cursed under his breath, running a hand over his face. He’d sworn he wouldn’t get tangled in her storm, but here he was having a sleepless night because of her, clutching a scrap of her dress like it was the last thread tethering him to something real.He slipped the flower into his wallet, sealing it carefully between the folds.he already knows she won’t be an easy one. If she wants to run, let her. But I’ll chase her. My heart has already chosen her. “Oh! pretty Camellia” he muttered as his eyes finally drifted shut, his dreams filling with her.Meanwhile, Camellia sat curled by the window, the library book opened in her lap. Sleep had chosen to be a stranger to her tonight. Eric’s smile flickered in