The lost packs
*Amber*
Most evenings, I find myself back in the apartment, immersed in the experience of having friends. Kattie is surprisingly fun when the weight of the world isn’t pressing down on her. Watching KC and Hope playfully tease each other, shedding their adult facades, brings a warmth to my heart. Clay is slowly regaining his footing, his laughter echoing in the background, while Adis still disappears for several nights a week. But when he is home, I can't help but notice those striking green-blue eyes resting on me, a stark contrast to the dark, predatory gaze I haven’t seen in what feels like ages.
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