"You said you love me? Then beg for it. Beg for my love. Show me-prove it again and again until I say yes."
Beatrix is a girl of few words, someone who keeps her emotions locked away, unwilling to let anyone close. After experiencing deep trust issu...
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Ethan :
It's been four days since that night, and Beatrix hasn't shown up to class. I haven't seen her at all. Every morning, I walk into college with a quiet hope clinging to my chest, whispering that maybe today will be different-that maybe she'll walk through the door, but she never does.
The thought keeps circling in my mind like a relentless storm. Is she sick? Or is she avoiding us because of what happened? I haven't spoken to Martha either, and neither has she made any effort to approach me. Honestly, I doubt she has the courage to, not after everything that went down.
Now, I find myself standing in front of the small store where Beatrix works. The place looks just as it did yesterday-dimly lit from within, the sign flipped to Closed. She hasn't been here either. I know because I keep coming back, checking every day, hoping that maybe today will be the day she finally returns. But once again, there's no sign of her.
The door remains shut, silent in its refusal to give me answers, and my heart sinks just a little more.
"Emma..." A voice calls from inside the store. It sounds like Beatrix. My heart skips a beat as I rush into the store, eyes scanning the shelves and the counters. But I don't see her. Where did that voice come from? My disappointment starts to settle in, and just as I turn to leave, the voice calls out again.
"Get here right now... What do you mean I have to wait?" This time, the voice is low, shaky. And it's coming from behind a door that looks like it leads to a storage room. Without thinking, I rush toward it, my pulse quickening, but just before I can reach the door, a figure appears in front of me.
A woman, who was standing behind the counter, stepped into my path, blocking my way.
"Sorry, sir, we don't allow customers to go in there," she says with a polite smile, her tone firm yet friendly.
"But..." I pause, trying to find the right words. "Is Beatrix behind that door?" I ask quickly, The words feel strange, charged with a tension I can barely hold.
"You know Beatrix?" she asked, surprise flickering across her face.
"Yeah. Is she there?" I pressed, my voice betraying a hint of hesitation.
"Oh, so you're here to pick her up?" She shrugged, her tone casual.
"What? No, I just want to meet her." I felt the need to clarify, my words coming out quicker than I intended.
"Meet her?" She arched an eyebrow. "Look, I don't know who you are or what your relationship with Beatrix is, but this isn't the right time. And I'm not letting you in." Her voice was sharp, unwavering.
