The night was cold, a thin layer of rain falling through the London streets, pattering against the floor below. It was shockingly quiet, being the dead hours of night where most people were tucked into their sofas, counting down the seconds before they could return to bed. Sabrina desperately wished she was one of those people as she looked out of the window with a frown, a sad drop of rain sliding down the window pane.
Reaching out to touch the actual window, she dragged her freshly painted nail down the window, drawing a small heart into the condensation. Childishly, she drew her initial above it, pausing for a second before adding a different set of initials below it. A small smile was tugged on her lips as she stared at it for a moment, spinning on her heel to return to the iron circle she had created.
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Ficção Adolescente...Why do I keep getting attracted... Ghost hunting is a lot harder when you pretend you hate the guy you find yourself forced to work with. Anthony Lockwood x Oc S1 of Lockwood and Co - The Empty Grave Mix of the show and books! Started:20/2/24...