The rest of the next few days moved slowly. There was no communication from Aydan whatsoever and Kydan was starting to get really worried and he wasn’t the only one who was worried. I was also worried about him because there hadn’t been any word from him for the last three days and that wasn’t like him at all.
Michael sighed and grabbed his bottle of Coca-Cola then he rolled it between his fingers. Kydan, Michael and I were having lunch at our usual table in the lounge but something felt off for some reason and I couldn’t place my finger on what it was. But I knew something was off, it had been off for as long as Aydan had been absent.
“Stop rolling that bottle and drink it already,” Kydan snapped at Michael. “If you aren’t going to drink it, then why not give it someone who actually wil
