LET HER GO

Adrianna sat alone in the dimly lit café, her fingers idly tracing the edge of the book she was reading. Piles of leather-bound tomes and aged paperbacks surrounded her, each adorned with cryptic titles like Bloodlines of the Eternal and Nightmare Chronicles. Despite the hours spent poring over vampire folklore and mythology, none of them offered the answers she so desperately sought. Her third margarita sat half-finished on the table, its condensation pooling into a small ring on the worn wood.

With a frustrated sigh, she rubbed her temples, willing away the confusion that seemed to cloud her mind even more with every passing minute. The café was unusually quiet, the hum of muted conversations blending with the clatter of cups. Yet, it all felt distant—like background noise in a world Adrianna no longer belonged to.