Chapter 388: Disarming Sincerity
Gwen's house was empty.
"What the hell happened here?" Frey asked aloud.
"She left," a voice said, and Frey recognized the voice as belonging to Owen.
Owen had thinned as a result of winter, but remnants of his fat still clung to his now-sagging cheeks like stains to his black apron. He seemed so small as he stared up at Frey. His vacant, beady eyes looked emptier than the house.
"She left?" Frey repeated.
Owen gestured to the empty house. "Left without a word. At least I got to keep the shack, so I can take all my stuff out of it."
Frey wondered if he had gone numb for a moment. The only thought that crossed his mind was what a waste of time it was. 'All that build up for nothing?'
He slid a hand down his forehead as he took a moment to think. "At least tell me what happened."
Owen's pained expression was as plain as day. "I prefer to talk somewhere else, or maybe can you just go away? I still need some time."
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Random_writer
Random_writer I don't want to go back to school! I was enjoying my break so much! Well, at least I feel like I'll finally have some more pressure I need to get these done faster. I swear something's been feeling off so maybe school will fix that for me. Anyway, there's the start of the little adventure. It's the initial kick so nothing too exciting yet, but still tell me what you're feeling. Did Frey's talk with Owen seem genuine? All feedback is appreciated.
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