The concern was spreading across their faces.
"What the f**k did we do?"
"Some crime maybe." Cassandra answers casually. He shakes his head, looking out to the abyss.
"These aren't scars of a blade. I know it's not." Says Zayn. He begins to research alongside Cassandra on birthmarks and their importance.
They scroll to infinity, none of the sites seemed authentic. That was until they bumped into one of the sites that declared— "Free tantric and karmic resolution chart? The f**k is that?" Inquisitively, Cassandra asks Zayn as she sat on his lap.
"Let's explore it." He adjusts his spectacles and clicks on the site. It required him to pay a few dollars. They click their tongues. Zayn falls back on the rotating chair, closing his eyes. Cassandra was too close to giving up too.
"It's okay
