Chapter Twenty Seven

She stood in front of her bathroom mirror, staring at her neck, there was a little puncture and she wondered how she got the injury… it looked recent. Choosing to ignore it because that was the weirdest thing that had happened to her. She took her bathe.

Shawn drove her to work.

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“Amelia, you know that I’m always here for you, Right?”

“Where were you when Xavier was carrying me away like a…”

“A street dog, you really wouldn’t let that incident pass?, even for a minute?”

“No”

“Okay what are the things you love doing – except fashion designing?” Shawn asked

“What are the things you like doing except breaking all your promises?”

“Well I love watching films, playing video games, torturing people…. I once loved reading romance novels, but it’s all too fake”

“What do you mean by fake” Amelia asked absentmindedly, he had managed to drift away from the main topic just like that.

“Like all the scenes, they are always too perfect, makes you feel like it could ever be like that one day, but it