Zachary Benedict

"Where is she?" He muttered under his breath, his eyebrows almost merging in a single line by how his eyebrows furrowed with worry. He had seen her go in the balcony just a while ago. He then followed shortly after five minutes just to make it unapparent that he's watching her the whole time. When he finally arrived in the balcony it was empty to his big dismay.

"Where did she go?"

He felt so nervous after failing to find her there, sensing that something bad is about to happen. He felt uneasy that sweat began to trickle on his temples.  But he cleared the negative thought which is bothering him. It's no good to be thinking that way. It will make him feel worried even more.