Unfading Shadows [2]

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Ren finished his shower, changed into fresh clothes, combed his hair, and walked into his room, only to find it in chaos. Rayan and Miray were darting around, pillows everywhere, the covers on the ground. 

Miray, giggling uncontrollably, darted behind Ren for cover, seeking refuge from the flying pillows. Before Ren could react, a pillow smacked him in the face, causing Miray to burst into even louder laughter, her breath coming in gasps as if she had just finished a marathon, her hands clutching onto his T-shirt for support.

Ren shot a glare at Rayan with raised eyebrows, but the latter looked like he was barely holding back his amusement.

"You asked for it," Ren warned, reaching for the pillow. But before he could retaliate, another pillow smacked his head. From that moment, the room erupted into chaos, with the sound of pillow strikes echoing through the air as Ren and Rayan engaged in a fierce battle for survival.

Miray, caught in the midst of the chaos, could do nothing but laugh, her hand still clutching onto her pillow as she watched the two engaged in their battle of pillow-fueled combat, each blow delivered with so much intensity.

Despite her attempts to join in, she found herself too overwhelmed with laughter to make a move.

At one moment, Miray started shocking and the two immediately stopped their battle and rushed to her aid. Ren carefully guided her to the bed while Rayan grabbed a bottle of water, hastily splashing some onto her face in an attempt to revive her.

Miray's breath gradually returned, but her face was red and her hands were trembling slightly. "Sorry," she murmured, feeling as though she had disrupted a potentially tender moment between them.

Before she could dwell further on her guilt and self-consciousness, Ren gently tapped her head. "Stop it," he said firmly, his gaze piercing. When she met his eyes, he gave her a knowing look, as if he could read her thoughts.

Miray offered a sheepish smile in response, suddenly rising to her feet and stretching, taking deep breaths in an attempt to reassure them that she was alright.

She made her way to the other bed and lay on her back, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Ugh, I wanna hear some music," she muttered to no one in particular.

Ren, engrossed in his phone, glanced up. "What song?" he inquired, while Rayan returned the bottle to the bedside table and leaned against it, arms crossed, observing the exchange.

Miray shrugged. "I don't know, something upbeat? With a good danceable beat? But I want to feel it in a big space with booming speakers and a crowd of familiar faces, you know, like those parties in the movies," she lamented, a tinge of sadness creeping into her voice as she realized she had never experienced such gatherings herself. "Why don't we ever have parties like that?" she pouted, a hint of longing in her tone.

Ren's smile widened at Miray's confusion. "Okay, solved," he declared confidently, rising to his feet. "Let's go," he urged, looking expectantly at her.