Chapter 15
Mimilia's POV
It was late at night; I slumped heavily onto a couch in Xylene's living room; the lamp was dimly lit, giving a warm, dark, satisfying sensation.
But I was restless; I stood up from the couch not quite long before I sat on it and resumed pacing the room. This would be the fifth time I have into this habit. This evening, I walked to the table where I dropped my phone and picked it up again. I swiped through the screen lock to the call log and dialed Xylene's number for the tenth time; I dialed it five more times, each call going answered as the previous tens.
I paced back and forth in the living room, my fingers trembling as I continuously dialed Xylene's number. Each call went unanswered again, fueling my anxiety.
"Answer, Xylene! Please!" I begged aloud, my
