'You look beautiful in that white dress. Too bad your boyfriend is not here to feast his eyes!' The message on my phone read.
My head whipped up, and I looked around frantically. Sweat dripped my face even in the cold weather. He was here?
'Na ah! D...
Technically I haven't slept yet, so let's just assume that I updated on Wednesday, and not 1 hour and 40 minutes into Thursday! As a sorry gift I have attached a picture of Nathan. Do look at him, and let me know what do you think of him as Nathan! Would he suit the character?
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A younger Nathan!
**************** Daniel's POV:
It has been a week; a week since I met Nathan; a week since the messages from the Private Number stopped; and a week since we moved back to Sam's house. It should have given me immense pleasure in not having to deal with any of these things for a week, and finally get the chance to live a normal life, but it would be a lie if I said that, that was how I felt; that I felt relieved to finally have an ounce of sleep.
But truth be told, my sleep had been the last thing on my mind for the past one week. The silence from the 'Private Number' only nagged my mind on the reason why he had stopped disturbing Cath. Did he think it was time he finally put a stop to the madness, or did he actually resort to silence as a means of silent torture?
If that was what he had in mind, it was working flawlessly so far. I couldn't spend a moment without thinking about him, worrying what his next move would be, and having to look after Cath's every move without making Sam, or anybody else suspicious.
