Chapter 12. Isn’t Everybody Running from Something?

ROSETTE

I couldn’t sleep once again. It was becoming annoying. No matter how tired my mind and body were, I couldn’t bring myself to fall asleep.

I needed to be up early for work tomorrow, and my being awake by this time isn’t helping.

I sighed as I folded my arms and rested them on the cold stone of the top rail. This was where I had seen Kade earlier, and something about the way he had been smoking, his hair in a messy bun, and strands flying into his face, smoking his cigarette had screamed melancholy.

And what was even more strange was how my chest had tightened seeing him like that. And I wanted to reach out to him. Strange indeed.

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, and I felt eyes on me. I slowly turned to see a figure standing there, his arms folded.

“You’re in my spot,” he grumbled, his raspy voice making me swallow.

I looked away from him and back at the night sky before I looked back at him. Then I turned and left the ba