A recollection of Katlyn who gently held the pendant, she walked along with her friend after their class last month, the same pendant she was holding. Hand-tight in the hold, it belongs to Katlyn, and how did it get here?
She needed to talk to Kyder now, waiting longer to make her more anxious and worried. Shoving the necklace on her skirt pocket, her stare moves to the door opening, and Demitri emerges on it, one of its hand shovels in the other pocket, looking staid.
When their eyes collided, he stepped backwards, and his eyes slightly open. "Kristel?" his voice sounded like he had seen a ghost.
She sighed. "Yeah, it's me, why are you here?"
Demitri averted his eyes on her and swallowed. “None of your business,” he answered coldly, so cold it shivers her to the bone.
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