Kelvin's deep voice rumbled through the room, his words laced with a hint of teasing. "That's fixed everything, because I was going to think you were some crybaby, you cried over everything." Wren's eyes flashed with annoyance, her voice tinged with irritation as she shot back, "I don't cry over everything, sometimes I do but not over minor things."
Just then, Kai strode into the room, his face dark and brooding, his eyes piercing through the shadows. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the room, heavy and deliberate, like a warning sign. He barely glanced at Kelvin and Wren, his gaze flicking over them before landing on his bed, where he flopped down with a soft creak of the springs.
A moment later, Kinrara and Ashley walked in, their faces dark and troubled, like storm clouds gathering on the horizon. Wren's instincts kicked in, and she sensed that something was wrong. Ashley turned her face away, burying her head in the pillow with a soft rustle of fabric, her shoulders shaking slightly.
Kelvin's expression remained blank, his eyes holding an air of detachment as he walked to his bed. Wren, on the other hand, slammed her body onto her bed, the mattress creaking softly beneath her, like a sigh of relief.
The room was silent for a moment, and then suddenly, it burst open, and a woman emerged, her presence commanding attention like a general on a battlefield. "You out," she said, her voice cold and detached, pointing at Kinrara like a dagger.
A girl with fiery red hair walked from behind, her eyes like empty pools, her expression blank and unreadable. She carried a small bag, its contents unknown, but it seemed to hold her entire world. As Kinrara walked out, her gaze lingered on Wren and Ashley, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and longing, like a farewell glance.
The new girl fell onto her bed, motionless, her body sinking into the hardened mattress with a soft thud. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner and the distant rustling of clothes as Kinrara packed her suitcase, a reminder that life went on, even in the face of uncertainty.
The tension in the room was palpable, like a living, breathing entity. Wren's curiosity was piqued, and she wondered what had happened to Kinrara, and what the new girl's story was. The air was thick with questions, and only time would tell.