The feeling of being free.

Adria was known for so many things, the cold attitude towards others she didn't, deem necessary, and her dislike to the elderlies.

It has been on one unfortunate day, the day Author's mother died.

Adria crossed her legs, her hand folding in annoyance.

"Why does she always have to keep me waiting?" She asked, her tone seeming to get even more agitated.

Suddenly, Catherine came down the stairs, her hand hold onto a bag.

"Took you long enough." Adria got up, and the moment she saw Author walking down the stairs too, her face lit up.

"There you are." She smiled and race to Catherine, pulling her into a big bright hug, that even her was surprised to.

She laughed and hugged her back.

"Shall we get going?" Author smiled at the both of them, and Adria nodded.

She let him go on first, before letting go of Catherine, a disgusted look now filling her once bright smile.

"Don't misunderstand, got it?" She eyed her for the last time and turned, making sure to give her a good shove to the floor.

Catherine clenched her hand. For how long was she going to keep this up?

Catherine asked while looking u at the two, they looked perfect, but… Adria wasn't the girl for her son, she had to speak up, or die silent.

The next day came, and so did night time, Adria had fallen fast asleep, and it remained Catherine and Author.

Author was in the same room as Adria, she was turned on her side, clearly avoiding his touch, and his hand was behind his head, supporting it to face the ceiling.

Why act happy if you abide to any physical contact? Author thought, and turned to a side of his own. It was annoying.

The next day, Adria woke up early, heading downstairs and surprisingly, she saw Author there… with Catherine, and he didn't look so happy.

"Adria… it's good that you're up… please, seat." Adria glared at Catherine for a second, she hoped it wasn't what she was thinking.

"My mother… she told me."

"About."

"the way you've been treating her. Why?" Adria chuckled.

Her eyes scrolling to that of Catherine's.

"I don't understand."

Adria felt her blood boiling, but then she controlled her anger.

"I'm sorry, I… I shouldn't have done that."

"Done what? The fact that your being too nice to her or what?"

"huh?" Adria rose her head, what… what did he mean, she thought she was a goner for a second there.

"Mother told me about the gift you sent her last week… why didn't you bother telling me?"

Adria began chuckling. "Ah, it was meant to be a thing between us… I'd be sure to tell you if I want to do that again."

Author nodded.

"I'm sure she'd be receiving so many more." Adria smiled at her.

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Catherine could feel her heart racing, as she dashed through the trees, ducking behind one of them, and grabbing her phone.

Her hands bloody, and shaking, and her breath cold.

She couldn't think straight, not when a freaking killer was chasing her, and she could pick a guess who it was, or rather, who sent them.

Catherine opened a chat with Author, sending an SOS saying.

~if I don't come back, know Adria caused it.~

That was the message sent to him.

Weeks passed, and Author got note of the message.

Yet another week passed, and then Adria got pushed off a building.

But then, the sudden noise of rain pattering down hard on the floor l, and the countless thunder strikes, woke her back to reality, that wasn't her, she couldn't remember.

But it was all so foggy.

Adria looked back at Author blankly, her mind seemed to have spaced off due to his words, no, due to what the old Adria had done.

Was she a killer?

She couldn't be, no. Adria's mind began racing.

Author scoffed, and first her to speak. ,"Let me guess, you don't remember do you?" The moment Adria looked up at him, his question was answered.

She truly didn't, and if she was to say it… it would seem she was lying, but in fact she wasn't.

"you never came all this while, so why come now?" He looked up at her, waiting for some sort of response, but nothing.

"Visit's to the dead isn't my thing." She felt her words were harshly spoken, and she could tell by his greeted teeth, and clenched fists.

"For weeks, I've been trying to avoid this feeling, but… you seem so hell bent on making it come out at it's full potential… the feeling of hatred, Disgust, and despise, all for you."

Adria looked down, his words hurting a little, but why? That was the question of the day.

After he had told her about her killing his mother she couldn't, phantom anymore words, it was like her lips had been sealed shut.

"Explaining won't help would it?" She looked up, and she could see a serious expression on Author's face.

Gosh, what a life, she was sick and tired of, if this all was a dream, she wished it ended… fast.

"You know… I've been thinking about what you said. About us, parting ways." He began playing with the engagement ring, but then he suddenly took it off, and walked to the back of her, without hesitation, took of the necklace he gave her. "The engagement is off, Adria, congratulations… you're a free woman."