☆ chasing the starlight ☆

Her ear pressed into the pillow as she stared at the wall, grip tight on the sheets as the heavy winter blankets pressed down onto her frame. The wind howled softly outside, but she could still hear the locks when they opened on the door below. He had gone out hours ago, surely he would be home soon.

And maybe - just maybe - he would tell her this time. Tell her of those things that made people shout at him and talk behind his back.

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