On the eleventh night, Hensley wasn't there. And nothing was right.
Shiloh sat alone, he was confused and worried. Did his kiss scare her off?
He sat there for the rest of the night, cold, and lonely, and the night wasn't looking too beautiful at the moment.
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S H I L O H (a short story)
Teen FictionIn which a boy with nyctophilia meets a girl with insomnia * "My name is Shiloh", he replied, and she said he looked like a Shiloh. He asked her name. "Hensley." it was a short clipped reply, one he grew accustomed to. He knew it was because she was...
