When the night came, Nikki and Philippe were brought to the party first by Christopher who refused to go with Hannah, his supposed date tonight. Grian and Fatima stayed behind for a bit before going to the party because of Timothy. “Don’t give your babysitter too much trouble, okay?” she reminded him and he nodded happily before looking at the screen again. She patted his head before turning to Grian.   “Let’s go,” she said and he nodded.   He helped her walk outside since she’s not so used to what she’s wearing but she’s getting more used to it. The heels aren’t as tall as the other one but it’s still tall. Grian opened the car door for her and she entered the car and put on her seatbelt before he entered the driver’s seat. “Thanks for considering Tim as well,” she said and he smiled.  

AS THE NIGHT TURNED darker as time passed by, the people at the party were having fun except for Christopher who’s being chased down by Hannah to dance with her. Nikki and Philippe however, are in the middle of the room dancing to the music and having fun, and laughing with each other’s words. William and his date are also dancing a few feet away from the other two.   “Oh, Christopher~” He hid behind a waiter as Hannah passed by before running off in the opposite direction, only to stumble upon his business partners. “Mr. Denver! A delight to see you,” an old man said and he smiled before looking around.   “Uh, yeah..” he mumbled before taking a deep breath.   “Good evening, are you enjoying the night?” Chris started a small conversation as he cautiously

FATIMA GOTTEN WOKEN up because she heard knocking on Grian’s front door. And his doorbell rang. She got up from the guest bed before checking the clock and noticed it was close to midnight. She stumbled to get out of bed as she walked herself out of the room, through the living room, and finally the door.   “Who’s there?” she asked tiredly as she rubbed her eyes with her hand.   “It’s me.” Phil’s voice is heard from the other side.  Footsteps behind Fatima and was also heard. She turned around and saw Grian with a sleepy and confused face. “It’s my brother,” she said and he nodded before walking past her and opening the door for Philippe.   “Who gave you a ride?” she asked as he entered the house.

THE FOLLOWING MORNING, the sky is dull and dark as the rain poured down the city. Near the cemetery, a man wearing black clothes with an umbrella walked up to a grave and looked at it with grieving eyes. He sighed heavily as he tried not to let his tears fall once more for how many times today and the other days. He clenched his hand that was holding the bouquet of flowers before looking away, having a hard time controlling his emotion. He deeply sighed before looking at the grave again and bending down to put the flowers down. He closed his eyes as his heart tightened. (Forgive me. It was all my fault why... why she ended up like this.) He clenched his jaw as he looked at the tombstone of Fatima’s father. After spending thirty minutes talking to the grave, he went back to his car and wiped the rain that dropped on his shoulders. He rubbed his eyes with one hand before looking at the mirror inside his car. His former mesmerizing eyes look tired, with

As the night continued, her worry grew even more. All of them are just in the living room in silence as they wait for something to happen. They’re trying to figure out where Philippe could’ve gone at this time of the night. She knows her brother wouldn’t just not go home, he has nowhere else to go. Something is really wrong here. “Can you rest?” Christopher asked her as he handed her a cup of water. She looked at him tiredly before looking down again. He grabbed her hand and put the drink there. “Here,” he said before pulling out a pill from his pocket and handing it to her as well. “What’s that?”“For sleep,” he explained calmly as he opened the container. “But my broth-“ She tried to argue with him but he insisted. He grabbed her other arm and placed the pill on her palm. “We’ll take care of it for you. Just get some rest tonight,” he