The Author's POV
Chapter 607
Darkness engulfed Ashton's metropolis with the passing of the twelfth hour.
"Haaa..."
Melissa stared at the scenery outside and sighed. Her features were beautifully illuminated by the lights coming from above as she sat on a tiny stool.
"Ashton city looks a lot better at night, don't you think?"
"...Excuse me?"
The barista in front of her was taken aback. In spite of the current time in Ashton city, Melissa's orders were absolute, and he was thus forced to work at these hours.
"Y..yes, it indeed does look more beautiful."
"The beauty of the lights coming from the buildings is best appreciated at night.
They dispel the darkness brought on by the night."
"R..right."
The barista reluctantly nodded his head.
If he had to be completely honest, right now, all he wanted was to sleep. Additionally, he found Melissa's comments to be incomprehensible, which made the situation rather uncomfortable for him.
Regardless, a job was a job, and he could only put on a fake smile and nod his head.
"Pfff."
Melissa suddenly let out a small laugh as the cup in her hands loosely hung by the tips of her fingers.
"...Looks like you find my words boring."
The barista's face hardened. He had been caught red-handed.
Melissa laughed in self-depreciation when she saw his expression. She then waved her hand in his direction.
"Don't worry, you're not fired. I get it, I'm annoying."
Taking a sip of her drink, she smacked it against the counter.
"I'm one annoying bitch, so do me a favor. Give me another shot.
As she raised an eyebrow at the barista, a slight flush developed on the side of her cheeks. At this point, she was acting extremely differently from how she usually did. She was obviously inebriated, as evidenced by her flush and words.
"I don't think..."
"No point refusing. If you won't give it to me, I'll just get it myself."
Melissa stood up from her seat. Sweeping her eyes on the numerous bottles that stood behind the marble counter, her eyes paused toward a certain bottle.
"1987, Melionette? Sounds fancy."
Setting her eyes on the target, she tried to jump over the counter.
"Let's stop here."
A hand pressed against her shoulder before she could do that.
"Eh?"
Melissa turned her head.
"Emma? Amanda?"
It surprised her to see Emma and Amanda standing behind her. What were they doing here?
Emma ignored Melissa while she turned her head to look at Amanda.
"Looks like you were right, Amanda. She's acting exactly like you said she would."
"Mhm."
Amanda quietly nodded her head.
She was currently wearing a one-piece black dress that perfectly highlighted her physique. It was the same dress she wore at the funeral. The same was for Emma. It was clear from their attires that they didn't have time to change.
"What do you guys want?"
Melissa's eyes grew clearer as her thoughts started to slowly calm down.
"...How did you get in here?"
Emma flashed a black card.
Melissa's brows twitched when she saw the card. She could faintly recall giving one to Emma in the past when she was begging her for one.
Melissa gave her one out of pity. Naturally, she knew about her situation.
She was starting to regret that decision right now.
"What's with that look? You think we wouldn't know what you're thinking about after seeing the state you were in after we returned?"
Moving to the counter, Emma sat down on a stool. Then, looking at the barista, she pointed at the same bottle Melissa was previously looking at.
"1987, Melionette. A glass each."
"...Sure."
The barista nodded after taking a short glance at Amanda and Emma. They looked responsible.
"I thought you were going to stop me from drinking."
"Why would we?"
Emma asked while a small pill appeared in her hand.
She then handed it to Melissa.
"Not like I'm worried about getting a hangover with this."
"...Right."
Melissa weakly turned her head and sat on a stool beside Emma.
Amanda followed her example and sat next to her.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Silence permeated the room as the three women sat serenely next to one another. The stillness was allowed to linger since none of the three of them wanted to speak first.
"Your drinks."
The clicking sound of glasses being set down on the counter disturbed the silence.
Simultaneously, all three girls reached out for their respective glasses and took a sip.
The silence continued for the next minute.
laugh if
first one to speak was Melissa. Keeping her gaze on the display of drinks before her, she set her glass on
wants her father's favor. and the only reason why she acts the way she does
drink she set down on the counter and gulped
"Must be really funny..."
"Nah."
glass
her arms,
"This is uncomfortably tight."
to Melissa. Scratching the side of her cheek,
I kind
tapped the tip
like I only knew you from the academy. Ever since we
"Jealous?"
Melissa shook her head.
anyone would be jealous
in the world, but you're also
"...Smart, huh?"
off her glasses and wiped them with her clothes. Her
that was actually useful in
think too little of
Emma rolled her eyes.
heights previously seen as unthinkable. One example
I'd simply put more emphasis on myself than on what other people think. It's what
"That so?"
her lips as she
way, Melissa could see what Emma was trying to express, but she was
Her brows furrowed.
it in
and took out several potions from her
complicated look spread across Melissa's face when she looked at
"What are those?"
voice
at the potions for a moment,
that I need to get
her memories exposed, seeing Ren's memories, and her talk with Emma...Melissa understood that she needed
was time for her to
of the potions was the first step in her transformation. Taking another look
hurt if I took another
"Take them."
pushed the potions in
a brief moment, she almost lost herself in the
"Eh...right."
the potions and put them away. Even though she was confused, she still complied. Then, she
now, Amanda. Isn't there something that
"Eh..ah!?!"
voice. Her reaction startled the two
say something, her hand twitched and her eyes darted toward a particular area on the counter. An area where there was a slight stain that came as a result of Melissa's careless
"Amanda?"
"Yes?"
body flinched once again
hear what we
sentence as she finally got the gist of the
she wiped off the
"You happy now?"
"For what?"
expressionless look. She was clearly trying to feign ignorance of what
"You..."
***
Click—!
when I inserted the black box
while a dim white light
till a message appeared on the
to play the
[Yes] [No]
my hand paused. I was starting to
"Haaaa..."
breath and tightened
Click—!
pressed the top
should I
I pressed on the mouse, and I lowered my
on the
was currently sitting in the same room I was sitting in. No, rather, it looked an awful lot less advanced
I will have to go on a dangerous mission, but I guess you might never know what will happen in the future. Could just be a video log for me to relieve some of my stress, who
checked
particularly important happened just yet, I won't make
"Smallsnake?"
suddenly interrupted. It sounded awfully
are you? Oy,
"Haa..."
between the distant door and the camera,
like I'll have to cut
"Smallsnake!!!"
"I'm coming!!"
hand, the screen
"Hahahaha.."
my arm covered my mouth and my body trembled. I felt a bundle of emotions rise from deep within my
'...I remember this.'
something
it
it's been
formed on the
on the display. His physique appeared somewhat drab in comparison
voice also sounded
"Hmmm..."
leaned back on the chair and blankly looked
about a month
this video was recorded while I was
you're dead, but I know you're not. The fact that Angelica is still doing fine is proof of that....cause you know,
his two fingers
know if you were alive or not and...what's the relationship between you two like? ...No, never
screen went blank as Smallsnake leaned forward
began
a fucking asshole,
slightly taken aback by his sudden
to shut up after more than two phrases! The worst part is that
Smallsnake smacked the desk.
I now accept it like it's a given! Not even that, Ryan has also started to pick a
"Hehehe...he.."
against my arm which was resting on the table, my body trembled as I tried to suppress
began to replay, arousing all sorts
her? Remember when she said to apologize to me? Oh, god, the face you made....ahahhaha, you
longer calls me stick like
you seriously just go on a trip without
anguish, sadness, grief,
the end as the videos continued to play. A sense of dread filled me
'No...'
About The Author's POV - Chapter 607
The Author's POV is the best current series of the author Entrail_JI. With the below Chapter 607 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 607 and update the next chapters of this series at booktrk.com