g a freshman. Psychology was the major subje

llege, located only five minutes from the

causing her nape to be wholly exposed a

ved home. Their house was not that grandiose, but it can alread

tite suddenly dropped from being famished to being forcefully full.

d apparel; then eventually sat down on the rectangular dining table. On her left side, her emerald gr

ing anyone ton

ice echoed in the p

o bother by unexpectedly ringing their doorbell with a bottle of ch

Rosie.” Romaine’s reply

surprise return to their place? What c

a professional musician, particularly being a cellist and a

e as Romaine usually called her. Cassie killed herself due to being

n’s blood mother, it was Romaine who gave justice to the title and responsibility of being a mother. After all, not all women who give bir

ie’s son and took him under her wing. He was her protegee since R

ecoming an orphan sympathizer. Not mentioning the fact that eve

ackgrounds. They are both stray roses in the middle of the thistles’ bed. If not for Romaine, perhaps the

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y six in the evening and the

ays a big eater despite her gender. But this time, she can no longer feel the hunger in her stomach—esp

he foyer suddenly burst open before

. His olive skin glistens by the living room’s chandelier light—making her a bit insecure. His

Bana. Nope, he’s not her so-called knight in shining armor

sn’t stop Rozelyn from being in awe of the lad’s incomparable sophistication. She even wished that perhaps in an alternate world, he’ll be her boyfriend. But

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en, Cy?” She queri

ou greet an ol

interrogating her; even when he asks simple ques

ing. However, she sometimes sucks in decision-making and even standing up for h

your whereabouts,”

a cat, Rosie,”

two!” Romaine s

s cold as the win

antly reminds Rozelyn of her heartbreak anniversary by uttering the tenth month of the yea

her stepmom gave her a warning look and g

w’s bitter flavor still stuck in her tongue. She always hates anything bitter

re miraculously quiet—contrary to their usual dining. Either Cyrill or Romaine always narrates their comedic experiences in a vivacious manner as the

dishes reverberates in the dining room. If not for the lo-fi music playing in the backgro

and a beseeching purr. In a matter of seconds, anchovies were alr

ll is one of those men who, even at first glance, can make anyone gi

l. And his eyes, she swears she saw his eyes flicked to golden ones the moment he saw Franc

pending half of her time reading Anne Rice

lhood, keeps on whispering to her that it’s something beyond Science’s explanation—something paranormal is going on. This was du

smates that she can smell anyone a hundred miles away and that

ou don’t want to be in your company during lunchtime because of her constant loquaciousness on how she can light a ca

rs and extrasensory perception. If daydreaming paid money, Rozelyn would probabl

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zel

surface of the lough. The place was dark

os

. Her mother has green eyes like her. But this Visen

ill dared to ask this

an who gave b

ou my

gave birth already

primary reason why she didn’t take Literature despite her best friend’s invitation. Though, the sarcasm is fa

adder-like smile as if to mock Rozelyn’s presence. The crimson dres

then who are you?” Rozel

‘What are you?’ is more accurate.” Her sm

n her ‘internal screaming’

no,

just like Visenna’s dress when her

inuous shriek. This entity seems to

a much hideous appearance. It resembles the appe

. She tried to get out of this ghastly place that she doesn't know i

e entity’s claw-like hands grabbed her right foot

—whose emerald green eyes and brown-skinned face was ide