❛𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒!❜
⸻ in which Rory Hargrove is obsessed to uncover
the truth behind Barbara Holland's disappearance, while
facing her brother's enemy and buried se...
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FRESH WATER CASCATED FROM THE FAUCET, engulfing his hands. He leaned over the sink and let the drops of water refresh the skin on his face as he slowly brought his damp hands to his face, trying to awaken his senses.
Steve moved away from the kitchen counter, after wiping his hands, and his gaze immediately found Rory standing near the living room, pacing back and forth, her arms crossed over her chest. Her gaze was lost in her own mind, biting the thumbnail of her left hand, as she always did when she was nervous.
The only sounds heard in the house were broken glass and pieces of furniture being swept up and dragged around, suddenly fading as the house became more presentable after all the fuss and attack it had been under.
The repetitive movement of Rory's body was interrupted by the warmth of a hand on her back. She turned her head suddenly, her strands of hair shaking with the movement, landing on Steve's arm.
"Hey, are you okay?" He murmured in a low voice.
"Yeah, I guess." She replied in a loud whisper, raising her eyes to meet Steve's. "I'm still trying to process everything that's happened. I'm nervous, so I need to do something to occupy my mind, like walking."
Then Steve suggested something else.
"Do you wanna talk?"
She noticed a little pleading in Steve's eyes, as if his question wasn't a suggestion but a request.
"Yeah, I think we do. We haven't had time alone to talk in a while."
OUTSIDE, A SUBTLE SMELL OF DAMP SOIL from the fog reached their nostrils. They were at the back of the Byers' house, near the cabin. In addition to the chirping of crickets in the distant bushes, the sound of grass and pebbles being crushed under their shoes echoed through the atmosphere, the cold air brushing against their flushed cheeks.
She pulled down the sleeves of her sweater to cover a little more of her hands and folded her arms across her chest. She signed, watching the water steam form when her warm breath came in contact with the cold air.
After watching her for a few seconds, Steve put down a Coke he had found in the Byers' fridge. She could see Steve's movements a little better in the dark, thanks to the yellowish light hanging over the back door.
