Does love really exist, or is it only an illusion meant to trap two lovers? After all, J. Daniel Atlas doesn't do the "relationship thing."
Prequel to "Love is Like a Playing Card"
Only rated "mature " for language (throughout story) and smut (chapt...
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The door to the room of unknown swung open. The group had their flashlights and phones ready to use. Henley stepped through first, asking the obvious question, "What is this place?"
Sutton shot her light in the direction of an old bathroom. She crinkled her nose at the sight as Merritt said, "Oh, wow. Thought my apartment was nasty."
"Man, it's freezing in here," Jack shook.
Sutton snorted a laugh. "This is cold for you? Try living in Pennsylvania, the bipolar state."
Jack chuckled as Danny shot Sutton a quick glare. She rolled her eyes for what seemed to be the umpteenth time, annoyed by the demeanor the illusionist put off.
"What's that?" Henley asked as they entered a large open room.
"I don't know," Danny replied as he moved closer to the piece of paper set nicely on the ground. It was obviously meant for them.
"What's it say?" Merritt asked as he begun to follow Sutton's movements of traveling the room.
"'Now you don't.'"
"'A rose by any other name...'" Henley quoted as she picked up the flower, making Sutton cringe.
"I hate Shakespeare," she whispered as she watched her cousin place the white rose in the vase.
Suddenly, water began to flow from the bottom of the vase, as if the delicate flower had protruded through. "Guys, what's happening?" Jack questioned them.
Sutton and Merritt 'woah'ed silently as they watched in amazement. Someone said, "Look at that," but Sutton was too consumed in the flowing water to take notice who. As the water filled the strange symbol on the wooden floor, it lowered and a cloudy substance emerged.
"It's gas!" Jack exclaimed.
Merritt rolled his eyes. "Relax. Just dry ice."
"Cool," the Reeves girls admired, smiling at each other.
"Wait, what do you think this is all about?" Danny threw the question into the air, and Merritt was the first to grab hold.
"Hang on. Hang on," he pleaded, pretended to think deeply. He closed his eyes as Danny stared. "I got nothin'." Sutton giggled at the mentalist's joke.
Danny glared at her once more. "Okay, thank you. Thank you for the delay."
"I'm just trying to create the space for wisdom."
"Danny, be honest. Did you do this?" Henley asked, walking through the dry ice.
"No," he admitted. "Wait, did you?"
"Wha- I wish," Jack smiled innocently.
"Why didn't anyone ask me if I did it?" Merritt asked. Everyone seemed to ignore the question.
