ELENA'S POV

Today made it exactly a week since Ria and I exchanged eye contact at the diner the other day.

All my texts went unanswered this time, unlike before.

I stared at the lit up screen, displaying the last text I had sent her. “Can we please talk?”, It read.

For some reason, sleep evaded my eyes as they gloomily stared ahead in a brooding silence.

The clock had just ticked twelve in the morning, making it exactly six hours left to have my night's rest.

I groggily got off the bed, feeling an unsettling feeling about tonight. Nothing seemed right about it. My thoughts always drifted back to...