γγwhat kind of situation is this ? somehow , she's hardly surprise that she ended up in a situation like this but still , she can't help but wonder : why her ( what rotten luck to live like the universe's plaything ) ?
βπΰ§ οΉ@absolutione : β Don't worry. I can always scream for help. β βΉ π
γγa scowl forms at his words β which feel entirely too lighthearted given the situation β and arms fold across her chest in a childish pout . β not funny . let's just leave . i don't even really want to talk to him , β melia is almost pleading , reaching out as if to grab his arm to pull him away but seems to change her mind mid - motion and glances over at the uncomfortably familiar figure that waited a short distance away . her voice drops as if worried her ex might hear despite being out of earshot already , β we could just make a run for it to my car . . . β
