15. The Pact

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Rosanna's P. O. V:

I managed to defend against the series of questions thrown at me by Aniysa. Asking how I knew about Drake's crush. I lied it off by saying I heard him tell someone.

Obviously my lie was imperfect, not convincing enough but she was nice enough to let it be seeing as how I wouldn't bulge to telling the truth.

Drake... He just let me be even with my lie. And I'd rather keep my silence than ask why. Naiyah didn't bother lifting an eyebrow and focused on her food. Much to my happiness.

Dinner was over and I am absolutely ready to crash. Today was a wild a*s day.

I fell on the bed, checked my alarm and tried sleeping.

Tried.

I am tired. But I just couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep.

Eventually, after a few minutes of restless rolling, I slept off.

I woke up strangely around 2am. It was odd, how my body and mind seemed so rejuvenated that I could tirelessly work for days.

Every once in a while I would feel strange tingles on my body. Oddly enough, I wasn't creeped out. I just... Let it be.

Is this the aftereffects of stress? Reckless abandonment and slight serenity?

Helplessly I gave up on sleeping for the time being.

The balcony was appealing. Maybe I could read more about this world, figuring my exact game plan.

I went into the balcony with a notebook, pen, flashlight and some other textbooks.

Aniysa's soft snores putting me at ease. Carefree people could make others feel free. It was this certain influence people had on each other.

The blue sofa was absolutely comfy and the soft rug was delightful.

A few minutes into reading and writing, I stood up and walked to the edge of the balcony.

Feeling slight fear yet thrill. The blue half-moon was bright in the sky and I enjoyed stargazing the many colorful stars.

Green, pink, purple, red, this world was a sure mystery. Beautiful yet dangerous.

The cold wind brushed against my skin and I stepped back from the edge, freezing as I bumped into a warm...

I wanted to turn around but a firm hand held me in place.

No.

“Ah-!” My scream was cut short as the person clamped their palm on my mouth.

My body was in pain as I struggled and thrashed to no avail.

What the f*ck did I do, now?

Stinging tears blurred my vision as my heart raced faster than I thought possible.

“Shh.” A familiar voice whispered into my ear. The person placing their lips on the crook of my neck.

“Rosa, is it?”

Kairos.

Yes, psychopath Kairos.

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