Esmeralda

The more we trod deeper and deeper into the dimly lit hallway, the more my heart pounded against my ribs, threatening to pull it apart. I couldn't help the negative thoughts that slowly crept into my head, erasing the little amount of bravery in me.

We were accompanied by an uncomfortable silence, except for the echoes of our footsteps and the sharp intake of our breaths.

Why was she not talking?

Why was she not acting nice anymore?

Why was she cold all of a sudden?

Stealing a glance at her, I was greeted with a serious face and a heavy frown plastered on it.

Where was the bright...