Semblance: The outward appearance or apparent form of something, especially when the reality is different.
Avana Moore, the 24 year old tour manager who got her world famous start with Niall Horan, unknowingly gets dragged into another managing job...
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Standing alone on the side of the abandoned brick building, I bring my cigarette up to my lips, gleaming up to the sky full of stars.
Just a few hours ago, we were all having a good time.
But then I watched the fear fill Avanas eyes when Lester grabbed hold of her arm, his gruesome fingers leaving indentions in her perfect skin.
The boys gave me the honor of killing him, due to that very moment.
And then, after everything went as planned
Emryn walked out of the gala, witnessing the blood bath left behind.
The terror in her eyes was amongst the worst I've ever seen, even more so then the others I've killed and watched their lives being taken.
As soon as Emryn walked out, I saw the look in Calums eyes, the guilt washing through his face like the sea washing onto the shore.
It was the same way I felt the second Avana walked into that basement back in New Jersey.
When Emryn ran off, Calum completely lost it.
"I'm going to fucking lose her!" He shouted, slamming his fist into the wall of the building, immediately crying out in pain from the hit.
"That's not true," Avana shakes her head, walking to Calums side, "I ran off too, remember?"
Calums tear soaked eyes looked to Avana, shaking his hand out, nodding his head gently up and down, "no, no you're right."
"I know I'm right," she softly reassured, patting his shoulder, "and I'm right to tell you she won't leave for good. She may just need a minute. I mean fuck, it definitely was a lot to process."
"It was a lot for any of us to take in, Cal." Luke adds, "I mean think about it, none of us were just okay with the thought of killing somebody."
I scoff, "I beg to differ."
"Ashton," Michael rolls his eyes, "you are just a different breed. You have no soul."
"He has a little soul." Avana nods.
"It's as black as the night, Ava." Michael laughs.
"And the sky at night has stars that shine, don't they?" She raises her brow.
She was my light in the dark, that's for sure.
"You and Ashton need time to be separated," Michael folds his arms, "you're becoming the next wordsmith."
"Guys," Calum sighs, "we need to find Emryn. God only knows what she's doing right now."
Avana walks over to me, reaching for her phone that sat in a bag on her side, "I have Emryns location on, maybe it would be best if you talked to her."
