Chapter seventy-eight

Allen's pov:

I sat beside the cave on a cornerstone there deep in thought.

Albin seemed restless with his forehead caressed in a deep frown.

Ryan and the other old man were sitting beside the other end.

Everywhere was damn quiet and calm.

Nobody is talking to each other or trying to bleed each other head down.

And I liked it that way, peaceful and quiet.

I run my hand through my hair repeatedly.

Where could she possibly go?

She is badly hurt, even though she claimed that she doesn't want me but at least I want to know how she is feeling not after sustaining that kind of injury.

I let out a tiring sigh and rubbed my temple, the issue is where could she be?

"I think I have an idea," I saw Ryan walk up to us, grabbing our attention.

"What a silly idea?" Albin snarled between his teeth.

Ryan chuckled, "I think that she might have followed that ocean there," he pointed at the enormous ocean beside us.

I watched as the vast ocean swirled around with force.

The image of Amelia jumping into