"Argh…"
It's been two days since the incident with the rogue and the weird silver mist thing at the Caelora Garden.
I had paced the same ten steps across the room so many times I was starting to believe I'd leave a mark on the floor.
Left, right, turn, sigh. Repeat.
The silence was unbearable. The machine that looked like air-conditioning hummed like it was mocking me, and the giant window showed nothing but perfectly boring skies. Everything outside looked like it had been polished to death, you know… no noise, no chaos, just… perfection. The kind that made me want to scream.
I plopped down on the couch and groaned into a pillow. "Ugh. How does Lucian live like this?"
No answer, of course. He'd left hours ago, probably off doing something important like scowling at people until they agreed with him. Meanwhile, I was trapped here like a decorative plant, well obviously, one that couldn't even photosynthesize.
