When Amberle Onyx Fell puts her life in danger at the most critical time during the destruction of The Other Side, she jeopardises not only her own future but also that of her frenemy, Lorenzo St. John.
The world they used to know is no longer the s...
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~ MEMENTO VIVERE ~
AMBERLE'S POV
A few days later, our regular schedule of staying in the Boarding House and finding ways to occupy ourselves - or practice shadow work, in my case - was slightly changed.
All thanks to Enzo.
It was while I sat at the breakfast bar eating cereal, blocking out the world with headphones covering my ears as I listened to the best songs of the early 90s on my Walkman, that I felt a light tickle between my shoulder blades.
Instinctively I jumped, momentarily terrified of who was creeping up on me. Then, remembering there was only one other person physically in this world, I took off my headphones and placed them on the counter in front of me, sending him a playful warning look.
"Morning, Blondie," Enzo greeted me with a warm smile, moving to search through the refrigerator for something to eat.
"Good morning," I replied cheerily. "How are you?"
We'd been in a good place since that night under the stars. I guess the risk of losing that was what continued to stop me from telling him what I'd really been doing every day.
"Fine," he said, drizzling some oil into a frying pan. "You?"
I shovelled a spoonful of Lucky Charms into my mouth. Swallowing, I then smiled. "Peachy."
Enzo nodded slowly, focusing on making his breakfast.
Neither of us said anything else for a few minutes, this part of the day so repetitive, it was like clockwork at this point. We did our own things while still being quietly comfortable in each other's presence.
"I think we should get out of the house for the day," Enzo finally spoke up.
The thought of any more time being cut into my practice sessions made me pause, glancing nervously across the counter at him. "I don't know, I'm gonna be pretty busy..."
"Doing what, exactly?" he questioned with a brow arched in amusement. "Researching?"
"Yes," I said simply.
Enzo shook his head in disbelief as he scrambled some eggs in the pan. "You've spent more days in that bedroom than you've said words to me this morning."
