Country: Aurivelle
City Cressford
Alvara
I sat at my desk, fidgeting with the edge of my chair for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon.
My fingers traced the smooth wood restlessly, tapping, stopping, tapping again. The silence in my room had become unbearable.
Across the room, Isabella lay sprawled on my bed, her arms tucked behind her head as she stared blankly at the ceiling.
Neither of us had spoken for several minutes.
The only sound in the room was the faint vibration of my laptop and the occasional rustle of the curtains as a soft breeze slipped through the half-open window.
Five days.
Five long, agonizing days.
“I can’t believe it’s been five days,” Isabella finally said, her voice breaking the silence.
I glanced at her.
She still hadn’t moved from her s
