Third Person
Kyle had stepped outside for a breath of air since he can't stand the air at rhe gathering earlier. Everything for him becomes boring for him.
The night was quiet, he slightly adjusted his neck tie while his mind was racing as he tightened the grip of of his hand from the wine glass.
He was about to lift the glass slightly, about to take another sip when—
“Kyle!”
His entire body went still.
That voice. It was too familiar to him.
His head snapped to the left, eyes narrowing at the wall right next to him. That faint echo hit him again—thin, desperate, almost swallowed by the noise of the gathering.
This made his brows furrowed further.
That voice was familiar. Too damn familiar to him. So familiar that for a split second, he wondered if someone was
