"Barby... I can't imagine my life without you," he uttered, leaving me speechless without even looking at him.
"You've had too much to drink," I complained as Timothee purposely pulled me into his embrace.
"I don't know why, but I feel like this might be our last meeting," Timothee cried softly, his hands holding me tighter.
"Don't think like that; we can always see each other," I tried to soothe his heart, though confusion lingered within me about the meaning behind his words.
“I'm afraid they'll hurt you, Asher and Sawyer." Timothee was increasingly babbling incoherently.
"Go to sleep, let's rest." I immediately lay down next to Timothee and tried to sleep quickly but I couldn't.
The night grew deeper, and the silence of the room was only broken by the distant sound of the city. Ti
