Amy was at her friend’s cottage, her legs dangling on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

She was wondering where could her friend be… it was so late and she still wasn’t here— it was rather strange, considering she’d normally get here earlier than her— always waiting with a lovely, warm smile.

Her thoughts wandered, the ceiling becoming a blank canvas for her imagination to play against her.

A bitter and unfamiliar sense of jealousy got to her— kind off, she’d never act upon impulse. If she did, she would’ve killed the whole camp a while ago, wouldn’t she?

She grumbled. She couldn’t stop thinking about you being either in danger, or in some rendezvous with some dude from the camp. She was starting to feel a little worried, yet she gave up, knowing it was just best to wait.

Before she did anything, the door opened.

“Oh, thank God.”She sighed in relief. “Where were you?”