Darvan gripped the steering wheel tighter as he watched Liam's car pull away. He didn’t even realize when he buckle up his seat belt or why he was following them. His mind was filled of anger, confusion, and pain, but his foot pressed the gas pedal without hesitation, tailing Liam at a safe distance
Months later, Cassia strolled through the bustling mall alongside her two friends, who were chatting. But her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of her upcoming project for the Arcadia International Design Challenge. As she walked, her eyes scanned the vibrant colors and diverse textures of the fab
"It's almost 1 a.m. Turn off the light and get some sleep," the message read. Her phone nearly slipped from her grip as fear surged through her. She ran to the switch and quickly turned off the light. "Who is it?" she muttered, taking slow, deliberate steps forward, as though making noise with her
"I know where you live. Should we meet now?" Her hands trembled, and the paper slipped from her hands to the floor as she stumbled back, her chest racing with fear. This wasn’t admiration anymore, this was pure obsessions,... This was a threat. Was she now supposed to live her life in fear? Her
Just as she turned a corner, strong hands grabbed her. "Ahh!" Cassia screamed in fright, her pulse hammering in her ears, her eyes shut tightly. Panic surged through her veins, the fear of her anonymous stalker overwhelming her. "Cassia, it's me," came a familiar voice, one she recognized immediat
"Oh God, Liam!" she exclaimed, holding the glass firmly in her hands. Liam stood still, water dripping from his hair and face, his eyes wide with surprise. "Guess I startled you..." he muttered. Cassia blinked at the turn of events. She had thought it was Darvan, but she was wrong. Why was it Liam
Stacy’s lips pressed into a thin line, her fists clenching at her sides. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but the coldness in her gaze sent a chill down Darvan’s spine. "Of course it's not her. You must be disappointed she wasn't the one you saw after waking," she muttered, her voice trembling
Once inside, he approached the bartender, placed his order, and pulled out his wallet, handing over his card. As he waited, he glanced around, noticing the happy expressions of the people around him and the interactions between the couples. He felt like the only odd one among them. "Here's your or
Stacy paced her room, her fingers gripping her phone tightly as she dialed Darvan’s number for the third time that morning. The line rang endlessly, but there was no answer. Fear gripped her. He had been the one calling, yet she had ignored his calls. Now that she was the one trying to reach him, an
Darvan's words caught her off guard, and she blinked at him, unsure if she had heard correctly. She opened her mouth to respond, but he spoke again, cutting her off. "I know I’ve been... difficult. I know I’ve hurt you. But I can’t stand this anymore.” He took a step closer, his voice faltering for
Once inside, he approached the bartender, placed his order, and pulled out his wallet, handing over his card. As he waited, he glanced around, noticing the happy expressions of the people around him and the interactions between the couples. He felt like the only odd one among them. "Here's your or
Stacy’s lips pressed into a thin line, her fists clenching at her sides. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but the coldness in her gaze sent a chill down Darvan’s spine. "Of course it's not her. You must be disappointed she wasn't the one you saw after waking," she muttered, her voice trembling
"Oh God, Liam!" she exclaimed, holding the glass firmly in her hands. Liam stood still, water dripping from his hair and face, his eyes wide with surprise. "Guess I startled you..." he muttered. Cassia blinked at the turn of events. She had thought it was Darvan, but she was wrong. Why was it Liam
Just as she turned a corner, strong hands grabbed her. "Ahh!" Cassia screamed in fright, her pulse hammering in her ears, her eyes shut tightly. Panic surged through her veins, the fear of her anonymous stalker overwhelming her. "Cassia, it's me," came a familiar voice, one she recognized immediat
"I know where you live. Should we meet now?" Her hands trembled, and the paper slipped from her hands to the floor as she stumbled back, her chest racing with fear. This wasn’t admiration anymore, this was pure obsessions,... This was a threat. Was she now supposed to live her life in fear? Her
"It's almost 1 a.m. Turn off the light and get some sleep," the message read. Her phone nearly slipped from her grip as fear surged through her. She ran to the switch and quickly turned off the light. "Who is it?" she muttered, taking slow, deliberate steps forward, as though making noise with her
Months later, Cassia strolled through the bustling mall alongside her two friends, who were chatting. But her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of her upcoming project for the Arcadia International Design Challenge. As she walked, her eyes scanned the vibrant colors and diverse textures of the fab