“Tetsuya said you were
a crybaby too.” Adam
comments.
I sniffle and stand up.
“Who’s that? And for
starters, I am not a
crybaby.” I retort,
rolling my eyes.
Adam laughs and
starts walking away,
leaving me to my
sniffles.
Fear of being left
alone, I follow him.
I struggle to hold back
more tears, which now
feel even more intense.
“You’re still crying…”
Adam shakes his head,
leading me to a door at the
end of the hall, near the stairs.
“Go inside.” He commands.
I hesitate, thinking of the
room I was just in and how
my destined fate was to be
held prisoner.
“Is it safe?”
Adam merely nods and
continues up the stairs.
Taking a deep breath,
I open the door.
Sitting on the windowsill
of a room that is less bare
and much nicer is another
mysterious male.
He has short, messy blue
hair and dark green eyes.
I stare in awe before I begin
to cry again, slowly stepping
into the room.
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