~Remi~
The next morning Dylan was unusually quiet and I felt I had scared him with all the weirdness of the previous day. His eyes lingered on me for long periods of time until I felt my skin heat up yet there was this feeling I had that he wasn’t seeing me. I probed gently at his thought and I was met with chaos and tumult. I didn’t understand.
“Dylan?” I called at him and he replied immediately.
“Yes, Sweets?” His voice was almost robotic and he didn’t even look at me.
“Dylan,” I thought at him and unsurprisingly there was no answer.
Sighing, I got out of bed to take a shower. As the water cascaded down my skin, I reflected on my feelings from the previous day. I considered murder and how it would make me feel, how it would change my life. It would alter my friendship with her brot
