”You’ve always been so unpredictable.”

Angell spoke, letting out a bitter laugh as she kept her head down, grunting and huffing from time to time as the guards from MBCC cuffed her up too tight and secure for her own liking.

”You’ll miss me, no?”

She finally looked up, black hair curtaining her face with piercing cat-like golden eyes that stared into your very soul, like she wanted to burn a hole through you.

The last thing and memory of her painted in your mind was those eyes looking at you through tinted black car windows as the vehicle drove away to lock the criminal up for good—or was it?

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It didn’t matter whether you missed her or not, cause she definitely did.

An oh so familiar figure stood on your room’s window sill, leaned against the frame as the night breeze blew through the person’s long black locks—and those eyes that haunt you every night glowing in the dim lighting of your room.

“Did I wake you up? My bad.”

Angell casually spoke out to break the tense silence, hopping off the metal sill of your window and landing on her booted feet with a light thud, like this was a normal and casual thing to do in the middle of the night.

When or how did she even get out? And out of all places, what was she doing here? Unfortunately—on your part—Angell seemed to grow quite attached to you back in the days where you two spent time together.

And even if you leave her over and over again in a never ending cycle, she would always find a way back to you no matter the circumstances.