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2 days later-
Ar's P.O.V
In a dorm with stylish art and artist with many other advertisements therein. Trepidation, covered the room like a blanket. Apprehension clothing they're bodies. "So…, you talk to Rina yet?," Asked Em. " I've tried, but she hasn't been answering my texts.. So, no I guess." His face contorts with confusion and he thinks, " Well, distance does make the heart grow fonder." Em remarked with a joking tone. While he plays a certain bird game on his phone.
Ar goes to the Mulberry Basket ball court with Em, trying to free up his mind from relationship issues. " Ar's game is off today, what's goin on?" A player asked Em, Simultaneously performing an elegant three pointer. Em's jaw muscles flexed, and walks away. " what's goin on here, am I invisible or something?" The other players shrugged like it isn't there business.
Rina P.O.V
In a dorm that is not her boyfriend's, lounging on the couch chilling as if she were in the summer rain. Sprawled out on the couch in her birthday suit, her fingers dancing on her phone, like a artist stroke of a paintbrush. " I'm in your dorm, sweetie ;), i'm eager for your…, for our, conversation 😘," Rina says flirtatiously.
" Oh you vixen this conversation might be a heated one, we'll be talking about politics, boxing, or wrestling either three of those, all are much enticing avenues of conversation." he Asserted with a fierce tone. Thirty minutes later in the dorm where forbidden companionship lies. "So, shall we get to our fierce debate." He asserts going into his birthday suit.
2 hours later
Em's P.O.V
In a clubroom, where there are as many chairs as there are computers. Were computer programmers go to elevate their proficiency and tech wizzes tread on thin tight ropes of competition to see who is the best of them all. " Yo Mike, I need you to look into something for me I have a sneaky suspicion 🤔," Em commented with a scrutinizing gaze. "Is it about a certain someone in a relationship?" Mike offhandedly remarked in a semi serious manner, The room they're in shifts to momentary silence, and then the both of them burst out laughing as if they heard the best joke of their lives, A few minutes later, they both separate from there, comical inflection And regain focus on Em's Poignant suspicion.
"This " investigation" might take a few days, it'll probably take me until a day before prom, maybe on that day, takes a lot to, you know do this certain type of snooping." Mike Commented, not knowing that his findings, will lay bare an uncomfortable truth, A truth that will send ripples through the gossip weekly bugle (GWB).
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Random Place
Far from the usual locations is a hospital where the sick go for treatment, where doctors of all walks of life work to save the lives of the less fortunate. In a hospital room Where there is a heart monitor. With I.V's and an assortment of liquids in them. And a seemingly clean ornate bed, streamline sheets, perfectly folded within the creases, and a floor polished.
And two clean windows right in front of a magnificent view of the city streets, the late night iridescent lights And others of that sort, A recliner chair with smooth fabric that would make any person melt into it. And a large TV on the wall presented in a white color around the corners and edges. In a sudden jolt of life, the TV turns on, the screen a static tapestry of unconnected film awaiting to spring to life out of the cassette tape right under the TV. The jagged frames on the TV twist and form into word notations as if a message were being spoken.
Random P.O.V
"Ah, The toll must be met, The roads have not been paved, Who can go against the Times that are framed? The clock set in motion, events that are soon to come. Set ways by fate. They made him wait. A trail tries and fades. Creatures prune, and they do not sate. Feed the beast in the wake. But dread steals and takes. I beheld them that sleep and wake. We shall meet when Fate states.
End P.O.V
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TO BE CONTINUED