'Moonlight'

6

It's early when i wake up. I get up and cross my room to the window to watch the sunrise.

The colours are beautiful, i wish i had a polaroid camera like Stevie's to take a photo. I watch the sunrise for a few more minutes before heading downstairs.

The house is eerily quiet, as if there's supposed to be noise but there isn't. It's silent, and peaceful. Probably how Stevie likes it best.

I tiptoe into the kitchen, grabbing a mug to make coffee as a voice behind me makes me jump.

"Hey,"

"Jeez! Don't sneak up on me like that!" I clutch my chest, almost dropping the mug.

Stevie laughs gently. "Sorry, i didn't mean to scare you."

I shake my head, laughing too. "It's fine. Coffee?"

"If you're making some, sure."

I resume the task of making coffee as Stevie perches on the island counter, watching me. Her hair is a little dishevelled, but it still looks as effortlessly gorgeous as always. She's wearing the same white dressing-gown she was wearing the other night in my room.

"You're awake surprisingly early," i say, pouring coffee into 2 mugs.

"How is that surprising?" Stevie asks, smiling as i hand her the steaming mug of coffee.

"You're like- nocturnal aren't you?"

She smiles a little. "I suppose. Nocturnal is the wrong word, though. i just like the night, it's more peaceful. And the moon is pretty."

I smile, glancing at her moon necklace that she's wearing around her neck. "Yeah, it's nice."

But it's strange, how she's awake so early, talking to me. she's talking to me, as soon as she's awake. my stomach does a flip.

"I'm gonna go write for a bit in my study," Stevie says, after a few minutes of drinking coffee and silence.

"Dyou... wanna come with me?"

I raise my eyebrows. "To your study? You're joking with me, right?"

"I wouldn't joke about letting you in my study, Pierre." she says, not unkindly.

I swallow hard, regretting how surprised I seemed.

"Okay, sure." I put my mug down, following her through to her study.

She hesitates outside the door, a small smile appearing. "It's a bit messy in here, sorry."

I shrug. "It's fine, you should see the state of my room."

She laughs a little, opening the door for me. I step inside, staring around. It's not messy at all, except for some paper strewn across the floor. It's small-ish, but cosy. The walls are a light grey, with the tall windows that are in all of the rooms in her house. By the window there is a large writing desk, which Stevie sits down at. I watch the sun rising outside the window as Stevie gestures to a velvet armchair beside the desk.

"Have a seat, if you like."

She smiles as i sit down, and begins writing. Any other person would find this boring, but i could watch Stevie writing forever. She's so calm and peaceful as she writes. We're in the study for a while, me curled up on the armchair and watching Stevie as she writes, pausing occasionally to think or check if i'm okay.

"If you don't mind," I ask, peering at the paper. "what are you writing?"

She pauses for a second, reading what she's just written. "It's a letter."