34. The One Where I Face Her

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Instead of ringing the bell, I entered through the key and found the lights turned on.

"Alina," I called her but heard nothing. I called her again and heard no response again. Fear settled at the bottom of my stomach. Had I done right by leaving her alone in the apartment? She wasn't in a good mood, and I had left just like that.

What if she had cut herself?

My eyes widened slightly.

What if she had cut too deep?

Quickly, I ran to the kitchen, her room and discovered them empty.

Where was she?

Terrace.

Clutching my hair, I sprinted to the terrace and sighed in relief, founding her head rested on the table. Wearing a lazy smile, I trudged forward and bent in front of her. She was sleeping in the coldness.

Stupid girl.

Always slept reading.

Carefully, I took the book out from her head and placed it on the side. She would kill me if something happened to her book. Stretching my arms, I placed my arm between her knees and back and lifted her.

Damn, had she gone