Chapter 20;

Ethan gazed outside the window, studying the rain that drizzled slowly along the window and down unto the floor.

Magical, the feeling of rain was magical, but to some, it brought a dread to their heart, the pale feeling that crushed you when the Storm fall through the window, the creeping of the midnight breeze, the torment. It wasn't magical for him, because he spent all the time that rain fell, attending to his sister.

Danger, he thought, the bar was lurking with danger. His sister, he tried to think, where was his sister, he knew her condition, his hands brushed against the table in anticipation, his feet tapping underneath the floor, making the table tremble a little, and the glass shaking a bit, causing to beer to spull out.

Jason watched him from another angle, before he picked up the glass, and lifted it right above his lips, in a subtle position where his lips could sulk the liquid. "Is everything okay?" He asked, and Ethan turned to look at him with a quizzical expression.

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