Note; This is in Myka's point of view.
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It was half past twelve.
The moon bathing the ocean in it's bright light.
Silence was throughout the house.
Everybody was present in the household, having an evening slumber.
Everybody, except Serenity.
I always keep my ears open for sounds of the front door opening and closing. Whenever I hear boots scuffling along the hardwood floor, I could tell it was Serenity.
She wasn't home yet.
***
It was morning time, the sun now radiating, glowing the ocean with it's own bright light.
Breakfast was set on the table; Juicy sausages, crispy hashbrowns.
Serenity loved waking up in the morning, so she can wake up eating these, smacking her lips in satisfaction.
But she still hadn't come home yet.
Every passing hour, I worry.
Every passing day, I pray, in hope of her to come.
Every passing week, I panic.
It's been a month, but still no sign of Serenity.
***
Estelle loves reading obituaries.
One morning, she got up and opened the newspaper, just to read the daily deaths, so she can taunt the deceased people and laugh at their idiocy for getting themselves killed.
The first name in the obituary was Serenity.
She was killed by a gang during the night.
Looks like she didn't put up such a good fight.
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It was half past twelve.
The moon bathing the ocean in it's bright light.
Silence was throughout the house.
Everybody was present in the household, having an evening slumber.
Everybody, except Serenity.
I always keep my ears open for sounds of the front door opening and closing. Whenever I hear boots scuffling along the hardwood floor, I could tell it was Serenity.
She wasn't home yet.
***
It was morning time, the sun now radiating, glowing the ocean with it's own bright light.
Breakfast was set on the table; Juicy sausages, crispy hashbrowns.
Serenity loved waking up in the morning, so she can wake up eating these, smacking her lips in satisfaction.
But she still hadn't come home yet.
Every passing hour, I worry.
Every passing day, I pray, in hope of her to come.
Every passing week, I panic.
It's been a month, but still no sign of Serenity.
***
Estelle loves reading obituaries.
One morning, she got up and opened the newspaper, just to read the daily deaths, so she can taunt the deceased people and laugh at their idiocy for getting themselves killed.
The first name in the obituary was Serenity.
She was killed by a gang during the night.
Looks like she didn't put up such a good fight.
Note; This is in Myka's point of view.
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It was half past twelve.
The moon bathing the ocean in it's bright light.
Silence was throughout the house.
Everybody was present in the household, having an evening slumber.
Everybody, except Serenity.
I always keep my ears open for sounds of the front door opening and closing. Whenever I hear boots scuffling along the hardwood floor, I could tell it was Serenity.
She wasn't home yet.
***
It was morning time, the sun now radiating, glowing the ocean with it's own bright light.
Breakfast was set on the table; Juicy sausages, crispy hashbrowns.
Serenity loved waking up in the morning, so she can wake up eating these, smacking her lips in satisfaction.
But she still hadn't come home yet.
Every passing hour, I worry.
Every passing day, I pray, in hope of her to come.
Every passing week, I panic.
It's been a month, but still no sign of Serenity.
***
Estelle loves reading obituaries.
One morning, she got up and opened the newspaper, just to read the daily deaths, so she can taunt the deceased people and laugh at their idiocy for getting themselves killed.
The first name in the obituary was Serenity.
She was killed by a gang during the night.
Looks like she didn't put up such a good fight.
---
It was half past twelve.
The moon bathing the ocean in it's bright light.
Silence was throughout the house.
Everybody was present in the household, having an evening slumber.
Everybody, except Serenity.
I always keep my ears open for sounds of the front door opening and closing. Whenever I hear boots scuffling along the hardwood floor, I could tell it was Serenity.
She wasn't home yet.
***
It was morning time, the sun now radiating, glowing the ocean with it's own bright light.
Breakfast was set on the table; Juicy sausages, crispy hashbrowns.
Serenity loved waking up in the morning, so she can wake up eating these, smacking her lips in satisfaction.
But she still hadn't come home yet.
Every passing hour, I worry.
Every passing day, I pray, in hope of her to come.
Every passing week, I panic.
It's been a month, but still no sign of Serenity.
***
Estelle loves reading obituaries.
One morning, she got up and opened the newspaper, just to read the daily deaths, so she can taunt the deceased people and laugh at their idiocy for getting themselves killed.
The first name in the obituary was Serenity.
She was killed by a gang during the night.
Looks like she didn't put up such a good fight.