𝑶𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝑶𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 ✓

Chapter Three

SHE found herself in front of the last two rooms on the hallway. To add to her misery, the one she was standing in front of had a little bit of sunlight in it, while the other one was completely dark.

She peeked through the first room, only to find it completely empty. There were only a few piece of furniture. She shook her head in dismay as she walked towards the second room.

Clearly Griffin had no sense of style.

She gulped and peeked through the second room cautiously. That type of darkness frightened her. The type where she was all alone when her boyfriend was far away from her.

She was all alone in that moment.

Her sight cleared, and to her fright, she could see a mysteriously dark figure sitting on what she assumed was her former friend's bed.

She gulped. "G-Griffin?"

She took a few steps closer, trying desperately to reach for the light switch.

The light was soon turned on, and she could finally see clearly. She could now see Griffin, the person she disliked the most at that moment, sitting on his bed, while staring into nothing.

"Griffin?" she paused for a minute, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. "Thomas?! I found him!"

She heard the soft sound of footsteps running up the stairs, followed by a small reply from her boyfriend.

Thomas hurried towards her, slightly confused by her taken-aback expression. She made room for him to enter the room, but he stopped as soon as he saw the image of Griffin sitting on the bed.

"Griffin?"

The blank expression didn't change.

Thomas slowly stretched out his finger, then poked Griffin's shoulder to grab his attention.

"Griffin, are you okay?"

Griffin suddenly turned to the couple, making them jump a step back.

"Hey, guys... What brought you here so early?" he spoke casually, which made Mal almost roll her eyes.

"It's not early Griffin, it's three o'clock! And, why are you sitting in the dark like that? You almost gave me a heart attack!"

Thomas nodded, watching his girlfriend stomp towards the window and moving the curtains aside, allowing sunlight to trickle into the room. Griffin flinched.

"Oh, god!"

"And when did you clean the house, huh? Was someone important coming over or what?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he just stared at her motionlessly.

"Griffin, what's going on?"

Mal then walked to the other side of the room and stood next to her boyfriend, who kept staring at Griffin in concern.

She took a few steps back, and took another, worried look at the hallway.

To her confusion, she saw a dark figure passing by from one room to another. She blinked twice, making sure she was not hallucinating, then stood next to Thomas again.

"Do you have someone here, Griffin?"

He stared at her as if he didn't understand.

"Is somebody staying over with you? Are you alone here?"

It took him a few seconds to process the question. Instead of answering, his eyes widened as he got up and approached the wardrobe, which was put across the bed. He opened it and let out a few pieces of clothings. A white shirt, a black leather jacket, and skinny, black jeans.

"Um, actually, I was thinking we should all go... Somewhere! Together!"

Mal groaned. "But I want to go back to the restaurant! I have to write my entry..."

He stopped in his tracks and sent her a pleading look.

"Please?"

That made her stare at him, slightly taken aback. Then roll her eyes.

"Fine, whatever. We'll wait for you downstairs."

Before they could turn to leave, he exclaimed "No!". They stopped and gave him a stern look.

"I mean... Stay here. Just turn around."

"What?" Thomas's eyes widened.

"Come on, I'll be done in no time. Literally."

Mal huffed and turned around, facing the wall. "Hurry up, Griffin. Some of us actually have work to do."

He didn't answer.

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