ZAHRA
After listening to Nevaeh’s revealing story, my mate and I returned to our house at the town square. Although we both had some theories of our own thanks to the new information we had acquired, we decided to save them for later, when we would inevitably have to dive back into our world of madness. Until then, we would enjoy our last few hours of normalcy to the most.
It was my turn to cook lunch, but Tristan insisted on preparing it himself. He was obviously trying his best to get in my good graces after how impulsively he had dealt with the whole vision situation. I was sad about how he yet again almost picked a fight with his brother, but it scared me more to see him in danger mode.
It reminded me of the Tristan who had turned his back on me in a heartbeat.
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