Dione's POVSilence lay damp and heavy throughout the journey like a pressure foam.Instead, my ears sang and sirened on their own, save for the several honks, loud screeches, and roaring revs of the traffic on Philipa Street.Alexander's gaze remained on the streets and his hands on the steering wheel while I melted into the leather seat beside him. My head rested on the neck guide and was slightly tilted to the side towards Alexander.He used to be vibrant, teasy, and playful, but now he has suddenly grown cold and very impassive. I can't help but wonder if he is alright on the inside.The way he’s warm this moment and chilly the next. The way he would say sweet things, but his eyes remain stoic and void of feeling, like the words didn’t just roll out of his mouth.Suddenly, he cleared his throat and his voice pierced through the haze of silence like a knife. “I've been on my thoughts lately and I want to be sure you are safe in that house with him,” he stated rather than asked.I s
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