Ash’s POV:
“Eris?” I call the next morning, looking around for my redheaded friend who’s usually a lot more chipper in the morning. Instead, I find her slumped over the kitchen island nursing a cup of sugary coffee that looks strong enough to keep even me awake at night. “Eri, what’s wrong?”
She smiles at my use of the nickname Hunter created for her and I blush for a second before regaining my composure. “Yeah Ash, what did you want?” Her eyes look tired with pronounced purple shadows underneath. “Is everything okay?” She asks, snapping her fingers in front of me, so I blink out of my daze.
“Yeah, sorry, I.. Eri, what’s up? You look like a ghost?” She pales even further when I say that - if that’s even possible - and I swear if she gets any whiter she’ll vanish into thin air. Like a r
