The next morning Amber was a hurried mess. Death had said he would explain everything to her in the morning but she knew him and she that there was a twist to everything that came out of his mouth so she wanted to be prepared for anything. That also meant meeting him as early as she could. The girl combed through her frizzy hair and got dressed.
She throwed on short denim jeans and a black long sleeve shirt, also the first pair of clothing that she laid her eyes on. While fitting her feet into her shoes, her phone vibrated against the mattress. It was a message and when she looked down at it the contact was shown in bold.
'YOUR FAVOURITE SECRET.'
Amber rolled her eyes at his overly cocky behaviour and read the message he sent. She didn't bother wondering why his contact was on her phone, because she knew that he was the reason behind it and it would only be a waste.
'Have you changed your mind? I'm waiting 🍫' The text read.
