Like many others, I love writing dialogues. I’m not sure if I’m particularly good at it, but it brings me a sense of peace.
Kiet sat in the back seat of the car, his mind racing with worry for Thanaya. The usual calm and composed demeanor he maintained was replaced with a tense, anxious energy. He glanced at Arhit, who was seated beside him, and finally broke the silence.
"What happened, Arhit?" Kiet asked, his voice tight with concern.
Arhit took a deep breath before answering. "There was a call from the hospital, sir. They said she was hit by a car."
Kiet's brows furrowed in confusion. "A car? How? Wasn't she supposed to be at her school?"
Arhit shook his head, his expression equally puzzled. "We don't know, sir. That's all the information they gave us. It seems she left school."
Kiet clenched his fists, his worry deepening. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath, his thoughts a whirlwind of fear and frustration. He stared out the window, the city lights blurring past, as his mind raced with questions and concerns about Thanaya's condition.
"Have you contacted the school?" Kiet asked, turning back to Arhit.
"Not yet, sir. My priority was getting to you and heading straight to the hospital," Arhit replied.
Kiet nodded, appreciating Arhit's focus. "Once we get there and see her, I want you to find out how she left the school."
"Yes, sir," Arhit affirmed.