Two days passed by and we never saw Leo nor Bree ever since, which made those two days the peaceful we had for the past days. but I must say, though it was the most quiet days, I was starting to feel that it was more dangerous rather than the noisy days that passed by. But I try to not mind it as best as I could, because it keeps ruining the mood. I don't even know if it was just me overthinking or something really is wrong, and it's coming.
I turned my swivel chair around as I leaned to it and faced the wholeness of the city from the 26th floor of the building in deep thinking.
How did Leo even manage to live those years without me knowing he was alive, and without him knowing we were only kilometers away?
Not that I was regretful of not knowing he was alive all those years?
But it gi
