POV: Dorian
I switched off the TV, and suddenly the room seemed a lot smaller. Still perched on the armrest of the chair, Isabelle and I just sat in silence for a while. I could clearly hear my own breathing, and at the same time, I could hear hers too.
"Okay, " I said, finally breaking the silence. I desperately needed some time to think rationally and a panic wouldn't help either of us. Walking over to the window, I looked outside through the crack of the blind. The street was deserted except for a streetlight flickering at the far end and a parked car which hadn't moved since we arrived. I kept watching it for thirty seconds.
Turning to face her, I said, "There's no way I could stay in the city, In particular with my face plastered on every public screen." Isabelle just gave me a cal
