Mechelle pov
A few days ago, Alexander Duncan had someone set up a swing for me in the yard. With the wind rustling the fallen leaves and the scent of osmanthus in the air, I sat on the swing, hesitating whether to swing or not.
My heart followed the swing's arc, feeling uneasy as if something bad was about to happen. It's been days since I last saw Alexander Duncan. Diana said Alpha was busy; when he left in the morning, he told me to take care and let Diana know if there's anything I wanted or if I wanted to go out, to wait until Alpha returned to go together.
A gentle breeze brushed past my ears, cooling wind enveloping my face and body. My slightly raised chin welcomed the fragmented sunlight, countless specks of light filtering through the gaps between leaves, landing on my shoulders, the tips of my hair, and my absent-minded eyelashes.
It was so quiet around me, quiet enough to hear the wind and the sound of dry leaves falling to the ground.
