Aphmau Rhys 소설 & 이야기

Damian walks to his car. He opened it and drove to the direction of his company when he saw Amelia who was sitting down on one of the benches at the park near the hospital. He stops the car and silently observes her. Amelia was not in a good state. She had dark bags under her eyes, a deathly pale complexion because of her vomiting and she also slightly lost weight. Damian pulls his phone from his pocket and dialed the number of his private secretary. "Find everything about a girl named Amelia Reinhart. I want every single detail about her" he orders and then hung up his phone without hearing his secretary's reply.

She knew it was studying her, so she held her head up and proudly stared back. It was amusing. Amaryah, who was always so conscious about looks and appearance, is right here in a state. Her white clothes are dirtied with visible red spots on her sleeves because of her bleeding wrist a while ago. The little light spoke again, "You can only summon a scrap of our soul." Amaryah's expression contorted. She wanted to retaliate but it was true. The light then flickered when the little flame danced a bit with the soft wind it made when it moved, trying to look at itself.