Nyctophilia
(n.)love of darkness or night. Finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.
Amelia Acheron was Elain's fraternal twin. They shared the same doe eyes, smile and hair but that was it. People loved to compare the two. They said If...
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chapter seven| When the world collaspes
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"Even when you know what is coming, you're never prepared for how it feels."
The sun will rise in about half an hour, and then I will head back to the woods to hunt. Alone this time, which is weird to say because Feyre has always been by my side.
I glance over my shoulder to my sisters Nesta and Elain. I find them sound asleep as Nesta has her arms snuggly wrapped around Elain.
The birds chirp soundly as I begin to wake up. Heading to the dresser that all my sisters and I share, I open the last drawer painted with music notes and the night sky. My lip tips up at the thought of Feyre and her paintings.
Each drawer was painted differently, Elain had violets and roses around the knobs. Elain has always had a thing for plants, I used to help her plant all kinds of flowers when we were kids. She is like a flower. Beautiful and Delicate. Nesta had crackling flames painted on her drawer, probably because they too share the same qualities. Fire is beautiful and deadly. It can bring you warmth when you're cold, or it can burn you with just a single touch.
The night sky was beautifully painted all over Feyre's drawer, yellow stars in place for white soar through the drawer. White paint is much more expensive then yellow, at least that's what Feyre said.
A collection of vibrant music notes were painted on mine because of my love for music. Feyre would sometimes joined me when I would wake up before the sunrise. We would sit in silence just enjoying the night sky, sometimes silence speaks louder than words.
After changing into my hunting clothes, and braiding my long brown hair into one single braid. I quietly head out of the room, and find my father asleep on the floor by the fireplace with his kane not too far away from him. I barely remember the man he used to be, now all that is left is man who has lost his spirit. Me and my father used to be the closest out of all my sisters, now Elain is the only one who can get a smile out of him. He used to sing me to sleep whenever I was truly scared, and when I reach the age where I could sing, I joined him. Singing was one thing we shared besides our brown eyes and curly hair, now he and I don't even talk to each other unless it's about the family. I can never truly hate him, but I can't ignore the fact that if he hadn't been so careless with the shipments, we could have been living a different life than this. Still I add another wood log to the fire before I finish getting ready to leave.
