This is not supposed to happen.
If I wasn't so terrified over the fact that I was about to reach for something that triggered my anxiety levels, I'd have already stripped myself off from his grasp. But I can't. My mind's still processing what's happening and what could've been, rendering me frozen like a pole in the north.
The things I'm willing to do for Jia is ridiculous. I've acknowledged that fact before and still am.
Seven appears from the entrance and immediately coils from the awful smell attacking his nostrils. He tilts his head to the side and gags, squinting his eyes shut. "Why does it smell like roadkill in here?"
Hayon fumbles with her words first, unable to come up with a response. She looks petrified and panicked, matching the expression of her friends. I know for a fa
