COLT
She always goes missing and always appears in my room, disoriented. It's her hobby, but right now, it's not the right time.
I peek through the small hole I created in the door and watch her give me those wide-eyed gazes I always fall for.
"What do you need?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
Amanda sighs. "Colt, please. I just... I need to talk to someone."
Damn it, why does she have to show up now of all times? I can feel my body reacting to her presence, but I force those thoughts away.
"Not now, Amanda. You can't be here," I say, running a hand through my hair in frustration.
She takes a step closer to the door, and I instinctively back away. "Why not? What's going on?"
"It's just... it's not a good time," I stammer, my hand on the doorknob.
Amanda pushes against the
