39-Deaf Ears and Silent Heartache.-Sasha

                                    

                                          
A day  ago.
 Every year, the city of Thunder Bay hosts Devil's night, a night of revelry and mischief, a night when the city comes alive with Halloween celebrations and all sorts of wicked delights. It's a time when the people of Thunder Day let loose, embracing their inner mischief and indulging in fun and fear-filled entertainment.
Jett had mentioned that people stay up late, having secret fun and all sorts of things that no one talked about later, and everyone lied about their antics in the morning. It sounded like a time for mischief and secrets, and I didn't know how I felt about it.
I thought about Elena and our relationship. I cared about her deeply and didn't want to lie or be apart from her, especially during such a chaotic night like Devil's night. The thought of being away from her for hours didn't sit well with me.
I considered not attending Devil's night, planning to tell Jett and hoping she'd understand my decision. It felt like the right choice, considering my desire to be with Elena and my dislike for lying. I was certain Jett would respect my decision.
As I thought about the move, I couldn't shake the feeling of sadness, knowing I'd be leaving behind my time spent with Jett and Banks, but at the same time, there was a deep sense of happiness at the prospect of having my own space with Elena.
The thought of having our own home was both comforting and exciting. I pictured a cozy space, filled with warmth and love, a place where our memories would be created and nurtured.
As I gazed around, I noticed everyone was laughing, without a care in the world. Their joy was evident.
Molly rolled her eyes and said, "It's for Devil's night."
Molly looked at her phone as a message from me popped up, and she read, "You're not going." She raised her eyebrow in surprise, clearly not expecting the message.
Molly smiled in response, her eyes meeting mine as she nodded. "Me too," she said, her words carrying a hint of relief and understanding.
Our eyes met, and a smile formed on my lips. In that moment, we shared a mutual understanding, a silent agreement that we were better off spending the evening together than participating in the chaos of Devil's night.
I pictured Fane in my mind, curious if he would participate in the events of Devil's night. But then again, being one of the Horsemen, I figured he'd be more than likely among the group causing mischief and stirring up trouble.
I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, my thoughts drifting to Fane. Devil's night seemed to embody his character perfectly—full of mischief, a touch of drama, and all things devilish.
While Devil's night fit Fane's character to a tee with its mischief and devilish nature, it was a stark contrast to my own sensibilities. I preferred peace and quiet, avoiding chaos and drama as much as possible.
My phone buzzed with a message from Fane. I couldn't help feeling a mixture of anticipation and curiosity about what he had to say.
The message displayed on my phone asked, "When are we meeting on Devil's night?" 
I composed my response, fingers swiftly tapping out, "I'm not going," and hit send, my decision firm. The message flew into Fane's possession, and I waited for his reaction, my heart beating faster in anticipation.
Fane's message flashed on my screen, asking, "C'mon, you'll be with me. I'll be scary, but I won't scare you promise." I hesitated, the thought of spending the night with Fane and the possibility of being "scary" mixed with his promise not to scare me.
With a hint of disappointment, I typed a reply, my fingers tapping against the screen, "Sorry, I won't go." I hit send, the words carrying a finality that left no room for further discussion.