LILIANA
I'm leaning over the balcony feeling the warm breeze as it carries the scent of blooming flowers and the distant hint of water.
The sun dips behind the clouds tinted with shades of coral which streaks across the sky like wispy brush strokes on a canvas but I'm too anxious to appreciate their beauty.
Why does his absence bother me?
I should be using my relationship with Alice and Andros as a leverage for an escape.
Andros stepped out and it has been thirty minutes since. He usually doesn't stay out longer than this. I should make active moves to flee but I don't.
Instead, I'm haunted by the memory of Damian's mismatched eyes, his smile, his presence and it's as if his absence has created a void within me that I'm desperate to fill.
I scoff, “This isn't the plan, Liliana
