~•Amara•~
"Hera? Could you come in and help me with the zipper. I can't reach it, and don't worry, I am dressed up." I called her out to help me.
I had no idea why I mentioned the latter, but I still did it. Maybe somewhere in my mind I thought that it would be better to tell her that I am dressed and not standing naked in here, asking her to come and help me.
But did it really matter? She was also a girl. She had everything which I did. For all I could tell, she might be having them in a much better condition.
'Stop it, Amara!' I groaned internally in frustration as I tried to make my train of thoughts, which was going in a really weird direction, come to a stop.
"Hera? Can you come inside and help me with the zipper? Please?" I spoke up once again when I didn't hear a reply from her. She was being so talkative earlier, what had gotten into her mind now that she went so eerily quiet.
