~What if you find your soulmate but he's already dead?~
Charlotte is a last year Psychology student, hating the dorm-life she moves into an apartment. She considers it a blessing that she got such a quiet and decent place in such a cheap rent. And...
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"Charlotte, how can you even think about parting from me when we were just deciding about a forever together?"
Sometimes Andy didn't know when to end a joke. Charlotte needed to really beat him up now to put an end to the nonsense, but that she didn't find the chance to do.
For two things happened at once.
Alex's balcony door suddenly slammed open with a mighty blow of devastatingly cold wind. Simultaneously, Tina fell from the hammock with an ear splitting scream.
Rita's shriek followed on tow. Perhaps Tina fell on top of the poor girl.
All the others jumped and gasped.
Andy had now selfishly abandoned Charlotte and was now clutching Sammy, almost trying to squeeze into the hug he had engulfed Nova into.
They could see Alex's balcony door from Charlotte's, constantly but lightly now slapping against the wall.
From the railing, Charlotte's eyes were stuck into the inky black that his open door offered. Only to a certain angle she could see inside the room, but it was entirely covered in darkness.
There was no one on his balcony. And Alex had said he wouldn't be home tonight. Yet Charlotte felt like there was someone, lurking in the inseparable shadows, watching her intently from the dark.
Her skin sizzled in thrill and discomfort. Her black hair flew about her face in random blasts of wind. She breathed in one lungful of cold air and a distinct, savory scent, oddly her insides warmed.
Charlotte took steps towards the railing which separated Alex's home from hers, she took them almost unknowingly as though hypnotized. And the more she neared his territory the most she was losing hers. Her friends' chatters among themselves behind her; someone—perhaps Tina—dragging her body from one side of the balcony to the other to get into more light; Rita's huffs and curses; Nova's whimper—all became distant. Only thing remained was the pull, the strange and powerful pull that dragged her towards a quieter place.
She had just rested her hands on the cold metal railing, her palm brushed across the smooth and hard surface, it was when suddenly the lights came back at once.
Charlotte jerked and blinked rapidly.
As her friends hollered in joy and relief with Andy almost throwing himself out the balcony, Charlotte whirled around.
Rita located her first. "What are you doing there?"
One by one everyone else turned to look her way.
"You were trying to hide, weren't you?" Andy accused, scowling. "To make a fool out of us, because you knew we were going to think you were abducted by a serial killer from right under our nose."
