Chapter 5: (Author's pov)
In the dead of night, the soft patter of rain began to fall, its gentle rhythm gradually intensifying as the hours passed. What started as a whispering drizzle soon turned into a downpour, with sheets of rain cascading from the heavens, drenching the earth below.
The storm swallowed the moon, its pale glow vanishing behind thick clouds as the sky darkened further, shrouded in a heavy veil of water. The wind picked up, rustling the trees and rattling the windows as the storm raged on, wrapping the world in its tumultuous embrace.
The night, once calm and serene, had transformed into a swirling tempest, the moon completely hidden from view, leaving only the relentless rain and the distant echoes of thunder to fill the night.
As the storm intensified, the relentless tapping of rain against the windowpane began to disturb Irabella's peaceful slumber. The wind howled, and flashes of lightning momentarily lit up the room, casting long shadows on the walls.
Irabella stirred, clutching her beloved teddy bear tightly to her chest, seeking comfort in its familiar softness. The sound of thunder rolled through the skies, pulling her deeper from her dreams and into a restless state.
In the next room, Agnes' sleep was also interrupted by the storm. The heavy rain and the persistent winds made her uneasy. Worried about her daughter, she quietly slipped out of bed, wrapped a shawl around her shoulders, and padded softly toward the kitchen.
She lit a small candle, its warm glow casting a gentle light that contrasted with the darkness outside. Agnes made her way up the stairs, careful not to wake the rest of the family. The soft flicker of the candlelight illuminated the narrow hallway, and as she reached Irabella's room, she noticed the door was slightly ajar.
Pushing it open gently, she stepped inside. The room was calm in the middle of the storm, with its cream and brown hues blending together in a warm, comforting embrace.
Irabella lay in bed, her brow furrowed in discomfort as she hugged her teddy bear tightly. Agnes approached the bed, her heart swelling with tenderness. She carefully sat on the edge and leaned forward, brushing Irabella's hair back with her fingers, the way she always did when her daughter was troubled.
Agnes: Shh, my sweet girl.
Agnes whispered softly, her voice barely louder than the rain outside. Irabella stirred again but this time, her hand reached out instinctively, grasping her mother's with a firm yet gentle grip. Her eyes fluttered open briefly, just enough to register her mother's presence. The faintest smile touched her lips as she squeezed Agnes' hand.
Irabella: Mother.
Irabella mumbled sleepily, her voice drowsy yet filled with warmth.
Agnes: I'm here, love.
Agnes replied with a smile, her thumb gently tracing circles over Irabella's hand.
Agnes: The storm won't last forever. You're safe.
Irabella sighed softly, comforted by her mother's presence. Her grip on Agnes' hand tightened momentarily before loosening as she began to drift back into sleep. The storm outside still raged, but here, in the quiet of the room, there was only peace between mother and daughter.
Agnes watched her for a while longer, ensuring that Irabella had settled before she leaned down to press a soft kiss to her forehead.
Agnes: Goodnight, my love.
She whispered, brushing her fingers gently over Irabella's cheek before settling back into the chair beside the bed, keeping watch as the storm continued.
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In Another's Silence
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