Lavines’s POV:
The mellow warmth from the outside flurries through the jalousie window and the lacy curtains, showering me from head to toe. I roll my body from its direction. When I slump my arm on the bed, I notice it's vacant and Cloette’s scent is nowhere near. I frantically open my eyes and the only thing I see beside me are small droplets of Cloette’s blood from our activity last night. I glance around and the next thing that captures my attention is the iphone I bought for her, lying under the pleated lampshade. Fear undulates in me as a series of frustratingly uncharted thoughts muddles in my head. I quickly descend from bed. As I’m moving towards the door, a folded paper on the desk takes a grip of my peripheral view. Written on it is ‘To Lavine’. I stop dead. Without unfolding t
