I couldn't tell what that stupid light source was, all I knew is that it was coming from one place, obviously hitting the ornate but broken silver vanity mirror, and the light rays were bending, and finding their way streaming, into my eyes, and somehow feeling the need to illuminate my now bright eyelids. I tousled over, the sheets I expected to move with me didn't, for Henry was on the other side of the bed, still sleeping peacefully under the thick, warm bed covers. I checked on the time, only to see that the darn thing still read 7:00, why, why, why, does my body feel the need to get up as soon as it has one simple beginning of an excuse, the sun, the rain, my ten year old mumbling in his sleep, and any other stupid excuse it can think of at the moment?
I silently slipped out of the bed, creeped across the wooden floor, that looked very unstable, but still managed to hold me up, and turned the creaky handle to the mahogany based door. I stepped inside the plaster wall bath room, hoping this was the last night that Gold would make us stay in Manhattan. I turned the translucent faucet on and then punched in the small nozzle, to watch a waterfall of clear, clean water rush down the drain. I stepped in, feeling the tapping of the small fingers of earth, reaching to me, telling me to awake, to come to my senses, to be one with this so called "nature". Yes, I just compared a shower to nature. I'm pretty sure that had never been done before.
The shower ended all to soon, and when I stepped out into the cool apartment 7A air, I knew something was up. Someone was coming, I could hear their steps, they weren't far either. It was Gold, probably demanding yet again, to know how me and Neal know each other, Because while I was explaining to Gold, I left out one detail. Who Henry's father was, and how well we all knew him, despite the fact no one knew who he was.
...............................................................Author's note:
Hi! My name is Emma, but most people call me Liz, for my middle name, I am 13, and just about the biggest fangirl that you'll ever meet, I plan to update a short chapter every day, or a long one depending on the events of the day, and whatever operations Henry is working on at the time. R~R:). WTYS,
Liz (☆_☆)^o^
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RomanceMy Swanfire story, Emma's heart belongs to Neal, as his does to her, but will they tell one another of their feelings, or will things crash and burn before their eyes. My motto: It is never to late for love. BTW: I live to read and write stories wit...
