My eyes fixed on the note, my mind racing with questions.
Who is Asher?
What does he want?
Why "Blue Moon"?
The words swirled in my head like a vortex, fueling my growing unease. Restlessness consumed me, and I paced across the room.
Suddenly, a movement caught my eye.
A manly figure stood in the corner, shrouded in shadows.
My heart skipped a beat.
"Asher?" I whispered, my voice trembling.
I took cautious steps forward, my eyes locked on the figure.
But as I drew closer, the shadows dissipated.
No one was there.
Just the streetlamp's long fingers stretching across her room. I breath escaped in a sigh.
My imagination was playing tricks.
Or was it?
I spun around, scanning every inch of my room. The silence felt oppressive.
My skin prickled with goosebumps.
I approached the window, pushing aside the curtains.
The night outside seemed to press in.
A faint whisper echoed in her mind:
"Remember, Blue Moon."
My grip on the curtains tightened.
What did Asher want from me?
And why did I feel like I was being watched?
Next day
I trudged into My best friend Amelia's apartment, my eyes heavy with fatigue.
"Hey, I'm glad you're here," Amelia said, concern etched on her face. "You look exhausted."
I collapsed onto the couch.
"I didn't sleep well," I murmured.
Amelia handed me a steaming cup of coffee.
Last night's events replayed in my mind:
The note.
The dream
The shadowy figure.
My eyelids drooped, my breathing slowing.
I hesitated, unsure if I was ready , my gaze drifted toward the window.
A figure stood outside, partially hidden by the trees.
Tall, dark hair, and an unmistakable air of confidence.
My heart skipped a beat.
Asher?
Amelia's eyes locked onto my curiosity sparkling. "What did you say? Asher?"
I nodded, my gaze drifting back to the window.
"Look, Amelia. Outside. Do you see him?" I whispered urgently, pointing to the spot.
Amelia followed my finger, scanning the area.
"Where? I don't see anyone," Amelia said, confusion etched on her face.
My heart sank, but I insisted, "No, look again. He's standing right there."
Amelia's eyes scanned the spot once more.
"I'm telling you, Luna, there's no one," Amelia said gently.
My eyes darted back to the window, and for an instant, I swore I saw Asher's dark figure.
But when I blinked, the image vanished.
The trees swayed gently in the breeze, empty spaces between them.
My doubts crept in.
Was I losing my mind?
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Midnight's Captive
Teen Fiction"Obsessed with the morally grey hero of your favorite dark romance novel? Imagine him stepping out of the pages and into your dreams, whispering seductive promises in your ear. Welcome to Luna's world, where the boundaries between reality and fantas...
