Chapter Twenty-Nine: Rooftop// The House You Lived In
She laughed softly and hugged herself, flipping a little leaf in her hands.
"It's still there you know."
I raised my head, watching the light play with her hair. "What is?"
"The carving." She turned to look at me, splaying her hands out on the roofing tiles below us. She jerked her head towards my window. "It's in there."
My eyes went wide. "Here? You lived here?"
She nodded. "I grew up in this house."
A smile played on her lips. "Why do you think I kept coming back here? Your current room used to be mine...the one beside it was my workroom. I tried covering up the carving when we moved out but it's still visible." She paused. "Or was. I don't know about now."
A strange sadness bubbled over in my chest, and I looked across the landscape before me, suddenly very aware of my own breathing. All this time, and I never knew... She lived here. Here. Slept where I sleep now. Her brother's room must've been close by. ...Lyon sat here. Her mother left her here. In this home.
When I got in bed that night, I stared out blankly into the darkness. Everything seemed so much closer now. I wondered how she slept back when she was fifteen. How many days she cried over this other boy, the one I never even saw. How many times she'd mentioned her mother to the empty walls that would never hold her again.
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A/N: Will Noel find the carving? ;) Leave a vote or comment your thoughts!
-Autumn
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The Moth
Teen FictionNoel Lane is a worn-out college student, spending nights on his rooftop looking for answers in the silence and sky. When a strange girl with broken eyes and a soft smile appears one night, he's intrigued. She claims she's a "moth," drawn to other...
