Lyria:
10 hours later...
Assuming that I had a friend was completely different from knowing I didn't have one at all. I hated this pain, it was completely the same, more painful than the last.
I walk into my apartment and close the door shut behind me. I drop my bag before slumping to the floor, letting tears fall down my face.
I was hurt, he had yelled. And all I just wanted, was to tell him about Layla my younger sister before it was too late. But he hadn't even given me a chance to explain.
I was still sobbing, but then I am interrupted by the vibrations from my phone. I search my bag pack, until I finally get it.
It was a message from an unknown number, I tap on it. And when I do, what I see completely leaves me cold.
It was a picture of Ethan and Layla, they were both together. And below a caption was stated below. It read, 'Their true relationship will be revealed to you tonight, the address will be sent to you soon.'
Who could have typed this?
My breathing becoming quicker. Could this mean Ethan was my enemy all this time?
The phone subconsciously tumbles out of my palm and I leaning back into the wall desperate for air. I couldn't believe this, this must be a prank or a very cruel joke. I'm clutching my throat as best as I can, before I spot my pills.
It takes me a while but I succeed in reaching it. Once I had calmed down, I just lay there motionless for a while, still weak from the attack I had barely escaped.
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13 Hours 30 minutes later....
It takes me 1o minutes to get ready. Soon, I'm in a taxi driving to the location. 'From the look of things, it looked like it was a twenty minutes drive.' I thought to myself staring at the address which was sent to me by an unknown number.
My mind is filled with different thoughts, which were both terrible and horrible. A sigh escapes my lips as I lean my head softly against the car window.
Suddenly, my thoughts drift to Layla. What scheme could she be planning right now? And did Ethan know the kind of person she truly was?
Wait, Ethan? Where was he?
Before I could gather my thoughts together, the car came to a screeching halt. A short distance away from the abandoned warehouse. By now, it was already midnight.
I step out of the car, pay the taxi driver his fees. And begin my journey to the warehouse.
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War of Love
Non-FictionABOUT THE BOOK. In the world, there are two phases. The appreciative phase, and the frustrated phase. What happens when two different individuals from two separate wor...
