Chapter Seventy Eight:
An indescribable feeling being felt.
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Third Person’s Point of View
“I WOKE PAST midnight and you were not here.”
Arth’s voiced broke the silence that was engulfing the room for about half an hour now. It was the fact that Jaeden was too preoccupied to talk and Arth did not know how to start the conversation knowing what happened yesterday was something too personal—for her. So instead of bringing up that topic, Arth pointed out the fact that Jaeden was nowhere to be found when she suddenly woke up at an ungodly hour.
There was no response from Jaeden as he was leaning on the door, arms folded across his chest and eyes stuck on the cemented floor. His forehead was knitted together and an impassive expression plastered on his face. A lot of thoughts were running
