krydwen

Where mystery meets romance...

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We lay next to each other, both of us not saying a thing, but I feel comfortable. I don’t have the impulse to have to talk to him to avoid an awkward silence because it has never been awkward with Ash, I realise. 

“You asleep?” he whispers to me. 

“Nope,” I reply quietly. “It’s weird because my body is so tired but I can’t seem to shut my brain off.” 

“Me neither,” he says. I hear the crackling of the fresh sheet under us move and realise Ash has turned to face me.  

“Uhm, what?” I ask dubiously. 

“Nothing, I’m just trying to find a comfortable position.” 

“Okay,” I say as I stare at him in the dim glow of the candles. 

Ash stares back at me, his hand lifts to push away a strand of hair that has fallen into my eyes, then he closes his eyes. He is asleep in the next moment, with his hand frozen on my cheek. 

Usually, with anyone else, I would push his hand away because it feels wrong and uncomfortable. But his caress felt good against the slight burn on my skin. And as he rests his hand on my cheek, I can’t help but think about how no one has ever held me close to them and makes me feel this way. Even though Ash and I are far from holding each other close, just a touch of his hand comforts me in ways that others’ hugs have tried and failed. 

Without much thinking, I push Ash’s fallen hair out of his eyes and rest my hand against his cheek. In the next moment, as my eyes start to droop, I feel a pull of his cheek against my palm and realise he is smiling. 

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When an apartment building is plagued by a strange substance in its water, its residents uncover a foreboding mystery that will perish them all. With a deadly fog that blocks their escape, they must now forget their differences and work together to overcome the horrifying events that ultimately threaten their survival.

Black In the Water

It wasn't until I had showered—being extra careful with the right side of my face, of course—that my adrenaline finally died down and the painful throbbing started. I was too cowardly to look in the mirror but judging by Mia's regretful expression when she looked at me, I had an idea of how bad my face must have looked.

I could feel my eyes drooping as soon as I laid eyes on my bed, but when my head hit the pillow, I couldn't seem to put my mind at ease. There were too many events of the day that crowded my head.

I decided to list back those events in chronological order from most recent—waking up at the infirmary, the cafeteria, my encounter with Logan at the library, until finally, the conversation I had with my sister over lunch haunted me as I drifted to sleep.

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Apartment 16. Tamara Turner. History (Part 4)