Ava's Pov:
I was staring at the scene unfolding in front of me…
Just imagine seeing a dark, scary boogie monster in your dreams and waking up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. Now you’re rushing to switch on the lights, but it didn’t work, and instead, you see the same boogie monster in front of you, smiling evilly and being ready to eat you alive, to scare you with the lights on…
“BANG,”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I and Cora screamed and jumped out of the couch. The popcorn flew in the air and came down as a moon goddess blessing her favorite couple with beautiful lilies.
Fleur was laughing her ass off, and Cora had popcorn in her mouth and hair, while I was on the floor with sheets tangled in my feet. That was the scariest jump scare have seen, or maybe I’m just not used to horror movies as my heart was threatening to jump out of my chest.
Today, Fleur decided to have a PJ party at her house as Cora and I were so happy with our loving mates, so she decided to celebrate with us. So, here we’re watching the conjuring. We bought popcorn, and soft potables with us, and popped down on the couch. Fleur got us blankets as the weather has become a bit frigid, our home cinema, but this witch scared the shit out of us with the stunt that she just pulled.
“The fuck Fleur, never do that, you Dumbo. You almost gave us a heart attack. I told you to watch something romantic, but no, you missy have this stupid obsession with this scary shit. Next time you do something like this, I’m going to kill you,” Cora shouted while throwing the remaining popcorn at Fleur.
“So that you both can cry your eyes out for those pathetic asses, NOT happening,” Fleur crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes at us.
As I locked eyes with Cora, a silent understanding passed between us, revealing a tapestry of emotions woven with threads of vulnerability. Her gaze, fixated downward, mirrored the weight of unspoken thoughts, while the gentle quivering of her lips betrayed a hidden turmoil. She hasn't spoken a word about his mate. I can't imagine what she is feeling. At least, I have my mate in front of my eyes. I know he doesn't want me. But, Cora doesn't have that. She doesn't who he is? Why run away like that? And most important why he was terrified? It's true that sometimes, the unknown emotions hurt the most.
In that profound moment, it became clear that Fleur's PJ party wasn't merely about entertainment; it was a meticulously designed balm for our subdued spirits. The air thickened with the unspoken, and the room transformed into a sanctuary where shared vulnerabilities painted the walls in hues of profound connection and unexpressed feelings.
Taking Fleur's hand, I smiled at her. I appreciate her support the most.
“Who’s hung…,” Just as I was saying something, the light went off. My hands started shaking. I can feel the voices coming back.
“What happened,”? Cora asked.
" I don't know. I think the switch went off," Fleur said standing up. It has never happened before. An oppressive anxiety hung in the air, a suffocating fog that enveloped my senses.
“Cor-Cora! Fleur! What happened to the lights.” It was so dark, I couldn’t see anything.
Why are they not answering? Did the monster take them? I was on the verge of crying. No! Nothing happened to them. It was so silent, that suddenly a cold breeze passed through me, and a banging sound could be heard.
I shuddered and took my phone. Switching on the flashlight, I looked around to see the sound was coming from a window, the wind was rushing inside, causing windows to rumble with each other.
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