118-I Must Kill Sawyer

Carena:

“Yamin! I have cleaned the kitchen and the racks. You don’t need to do it twice. Just stay alert; the weather is getting bad,” I called out to her from the door, watching her nod as she grabbed her bag.

“I’m here,” she said, joining me at the exit.

“I don’t think there will be any more buses running now. Do you want me to walk with you to your place?” I asked, worried for her since she was young.

“Thank you so much. You are so kind. But my boyfriend is going to pick me up soon,” she shyly brushed the strands of hair behind her ear when mentioning her boyfriend.

“Oh! You have a boyfriend,” I teased, elbowing her playfully.

“Yeah, we’ve been friends since we were little. When we turned fifteen, he promised me that even if we didn’t turn out to be mates, we would stay together as a couple and have each other as chosen mates,” she shared her wonderful story, which made me smile.

“Actually we both are orphans. Have no friends or anyone except he has a grandmother but she has been h