Ethan
Sitting in the living room, overlooking the entrance, I wish desperately that this is just a figment of my imagination. I want to be wrong, but my eyes do not lie.
Ever since she left the party and went to her room, an unsettling sense of apprehension and unease has clung to me like a shadow… Something feels amiss, but I can't quite put my finger on it.
And now, alas, I see it… Crystal clear.
There she is… sneaking out into the darkness like a cunning but cute little thief. She walks down the stairs with the grace of a ghost, hugging the walls stealthily, glancing over her shoulder frequently to make sure no one is tailing her.
My anger surges, a storm I struggle to control, as I see her stride purposefully toward the foyer, determined to leave without looking back.
I clench my
