The days are too stressful. Full of chaos and devastation.
The nights are when we can take a break. The dreams, our escape.
We often take the night for granted, push it away. But there are few who let it in and savor its company, because it watches, listens, and speaks to those who have an ear for it.
And sometimes that's what it wants in return.
Evanna rests the night away after a long, stressful day. Although she doesn't know it, she is being watched.
It's waiting. Watching. Captivated by her beauty. Her beautiful shiny brown hair, as beautiful as the soil in which people dig gold and jewels from. Her beautiful, peaceful face.He doesn't wish to frighten her, just to get to know her. But he can only watch.
She'll never understand...
He passes over her, gently. Nothing but a whisper. Finally, he passes through the window as if it were not even there. He looks back at her one last time, then disappears into the darkness of the night.
Evanna jolts awake, she could've sworn she'd felt something indescribable. She searches frantically, worried. Her gaze sets on her window. She slowly gets up, and reaches her hand towards the frostbitten window. Her gaze settles beyond the window,
No frost...
Goosebumps erupted all over her body.
YOU ARE READING
The Broken Side Of Today
Teen FictionAs the ice grows on the window, she lay soundly asleep, trying to sleep away her nightmares.
