A story of the past.
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Standing in front of the coffee maker, silence accompanied the two as Elliana waited for the coffee to be poured down. While staring at the slow flow of the coffee, a series of questions echoed in her mind- all pertaining to the chaotic thoughts that rooted in an unknown unsettling feeling within her.
Lucian, on the other hand, sat quietly on the couch, staring at the woman who offered to make them a pair of coffee. I don’t recall having any other woman the permission to summon me. The more he stared, the more he can point out the differences in their build and appearance. But can she do that too?
“No she’s not. I saw her die because of me. So leave Elliana alone.” Remembering how Vincent testified on Samantha’s d*ath, he couldn’t help but just remain lost i
