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.
can laugh if
speak was Melissa. Keeping her gaze on the display of drinks before her, she set her glass on
who appears to be so powerful on the outside, really just wants her father's favor. and the only reason why she acts
took the drink she set down on the counter and gulped it
"Must be really funny..."
"Nah."
glass down
arms,
"This is uncomfortably tight."
turned her attention back to Melissa. Scratching the side of her
kind
tapped the tip
the academy. Ever since we were little I would always see you try your best to please your
"Jealous?"
Melissa shook her head.
if anyone would be jealous of
the world, but you're also incredibly smart. There's many out there
"...Smart, huh?"
wiped them
was actually useful in this day and
too
Emma rolled her eyes.
enabled civilization to rise to heights previously seen as unthinkable. One example of that is the magic card system. That invention alone has helped us advance in so
I were you, I'd simply put more emphasis on myself than on what other people think. It's what I've been doing, and it kind of
"That so?"
her lips as she thought of
trying to express, but she was still struggling to alter
Her brows furrowed.
keep it
on her ring and took out several potions from her
across Melissa's face
"What are those?"
curious voice
at the potions
need to get rid
and her talk with Emma...Melissa understood that
time for her to grow up
longer be who she had been in the past, and getting rid of the potions was the first step in her transformation. Taking another look at the potions
wouldn't hurt if I took another
"Take them."
the potions
almost
"Eh...right."
though she
a while now, Amanda. Isn't
"Eh..ah!?!"
Her reaction startled the two girls who looked at Amanda with an
her hand twitched and her eyes darted toward a particular area on the counter. An area where
"Amanda?"
"Yes?"
flinched once again when
you not hear what we
through her sentence as she finally
her arm, she
"You happy now?"
"For what?"
blank and expressionless look. She was clearly
"You..."
***
Click—!
turned on when
while a dim
cursor till a
like to
[Yes] [No]
around the screen, my hand paused. I was starting to
"Haaaa..."
a nervous breath and tightened my grip on
Click—!
then pressed the top part of the
I
the air once I
the screen was
sitting in the same room I was sitting in. No, rather, it looked an awful lot less advanced than what it was at the moment. Clearly indicating
sure why I'm even making this video, to be honest. I don't think I'll ever be in a situation where 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
wrist, he checked the time on his
I won't make
"Smallsnake?"
void suddenly interrupted. It sounded awfully
where are you? Oy,
"Haa..."
his gaze between the distant door and
have to cut this video
"Smallsnake!!!"
"I'm coming!!"
his hand, the
"Hahahaha.."
from my lips while my arm covered my mouth and my body trembled. I felt a bundle of emotions rise from deep within my
'...I remember this.'
something urgent. Was taken aback by his sharp
guess it makes sense
it's been a
formed on
the display. His physique appeared somewhat drab in comparison to the last time, and
voice also
"Hmmm..."
back on the chair and blankly looked toward
about a month since you've
that this video was recorded
Angelica is still doing
his
not and...what's the relationship between you two like? ...No, never mind...haaa...I can't do this...please come back, it's really hard
blank as Smallsnake leaned forward and tapped
new video began to play
asshole,
aback by his
see, I'm a human too. I've never had you not tell me to shut up after more than
Smallsnake smacked the desk.
like it's a given! Not even that, Ryan has also
"Hehehe...he.."
was resting on the table, my body trembled as I tried to suppress my laugh. My other hand clenched
replay, arousing all sorts of different emotions in
shrine for her? Remember when she said to
stick like human anymore! That's
without us
anguish, sadness, grief,
videos continued to play. A sense of dread filled me while my eyes tracked
'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