The light drizzle hums against my bedroom window pane in no paticular rythem.
The grandfather clock strikes 12, an owl flies past outside causing shaddows to play across the wooden floor in the moon light.
The house sways in the winds that whistle through the cracks. I unravell myself from my quilt and roll off the large four poster landing cat like.
I fly down the corridor and stair case, careful to miss out the second step from the bottom to avoid a creaky echo. I skid into the newly pollished kitchen opening many cubbords, searching for my disire, goats cheese!
Found at last, in the last cubbord I search, typacall.
I munch on it tasting each bite before swallowing. A handsome figure sitting in the top of the ridge slope catches my eye from were I am sitting in the moonlit bay window.
Slowly I push the bottom half of the door open and duck out.
A slight chill hits me and every time the wind picks up, only for a second, its like a wave of icey vapor encasing me, ignoring my thin night gown. But it dissapears as quicky as it appears.
I lightly touch the hansome figures sholder. He doesn't move but a small gasp escapes his frozen lips.
"Couldn't sleep either?" his, new deep voice asks.
"No. There must be somthing about the air." I whisper, although theres no need.
He holds his hand out and pulls me into his lap, moulding around my body with his muscular arms scuring me in tight. The light scent of smoke is my safe place drawing me away from the wicked world around me.
"Thomas!" I wine, he was starting to sufficate me. "Josie!" he mocks but softs his grip.
I tilt my head up to study him. His bronze curly hair fell just below his ears, his usally sparkling blue eyes were closed and his thin lips tilted to the starry night sky, with a small crooked smile. He was already maturing into a young man at thirteen.
"Promise me somthing Josephine Smith?" He says.
It's so sudden Im sort of taken aback, along with the fact he's never used my real name before.
"Anything Thomas Munfreu" I say playfully. He looks down at me, despite my attempt to lighten the mood his expression is dead serious. "Promise you'll always come back for me."
"I'll never leave you." I replie a little confused, I'm not going anywhere anyway, but I don't let that show.
-~~Authors Note~~-
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