Evening —that blissful hour of the day. The sun was down as it crept under the clouds, Kyra's words came back to her: can you pull through this?
It was a question she kept asking herself as she made her way back to the room.
The day had gone by quickly, after eating they had gone on to perform their task without thinking too much about what the evening would bring, her mind was filled with expectancy as she looked forward to that evening.
In a way, she thought she was being too damned unreasonable about everything and felt both of them were caught up in their pissed-off feelings—which were kind of pissing her off in return.
Some part of her mind kept telling her the so-called meeting had nothing to do with her, while the other wanted to see how far everything would go.
They kept thei
