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night 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒔 ...
ANOTHER FRAGMENTED MEMORY played inside of the girl's mind, painting a vibrant picture of a younger version of herself.
A sharp wrap echoes against her doorframe which startles her awake. She knows who it is before he even enters her room. A beam of white light spills onto the floor.
"Ria?" an uncertain voice whispers into the darkness. "Are you awake?"
She pushes back her duvet, swinging her legs onto the floor. It's cold. "Yes, I'm awake. Hold on a minute."
He waits patiently as she pads towards him, shielding her eyes from the brightness of his torch. The door closes with a quiet click and they're exposed. The boy grasps her arm as they make their way down the corridor, tiptoeing past each room in silence. They take a left turn, then a right, then stumble down a stairwell. They end up in a hall in the basement, pale light trickling from the ceiling. The boy continues to lead her until they stop outside a door at the end that says: MAINTENANCE.
"This?" she hisses, a tinge of anxiety lacing her tone.
"This." he nods, smiling. His hazel eyes seem to sparkle as he pushes open the door, pulling them both inside before switching on the main light. She shields her eyes momentarily, squinting in the opposing brightness. Cleaning rags, mops, equipment and boxes scatter the floor. Once she refocuses her gaze, she notices that three other boys are already seated on chairs.
"Everyone, meet Ria."
"Woah. This seriously can't be her." the dark—haired one raises an eyebrow. He's slouched lazily, an arm draped over the back of his chair.
"Minho! Don't be rude." The boy next to him kicks his leg lightly. He's blonde with warm brown eyes. He offers her a smile. Beside him, a dark—skinned boy nods in agreement. He looks slightly older than the others.
"Nice to meet you all." she crosses her arms across her chest, cheeks turning warm.
The blonde boy studies her carefully. "Is it true what Tommy here says, or is he talking crap? Did you really do it?"
The boys lean forwards in anticipation, eyes wide. She pushes a lock of hair behind her ear, exhaling to calm herself. "Yes ... it's true."
