That night, we sat deep inside the sealed cave, gathered around a campfire so small it might as well have been nonexistent.
No one spoke for a while, but the silence was still comfortable.
I had never experienced a silence like that before — where the quiet didn't feel like an absence, but a presence.
The faint crackle of the fire, the occasional drip of water from the moss-covered ceiling, and the slow rhythm of our breaths — all of it was calming.
Juliana, like a moody cat, sat a bit farther away from all of us.
"Why does she always sit alone?" Vince whispered with a frown.
I glanced at her and then shifted my gaze to the other side of the cave, where Kang was lying with his hands under his head.
I pointed at him. "My question is… why is he always away from us?"
Michael chuckled. "He likes to brood, pretending to be dark and mysterious. But he's a big softie at heart."
Right.
