...I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the nightThe brothers surveyed the bedroom. The room was cold, dark and a red hue cast over the room due to the moonlight streaming in through the blood red sheer net curtains. Dust covered every surface in the small bedroom; however, unlike the rest of the decrepit, run down house, this bedroom was otherwise immaculate. Books, dolls and other trinkets befitting for an 8 year old girl were all neatly stored in a large wooden bookcase. The desk still held books in a pile - one open where the little girl was last reading. The little girl's hairbrush sat in-between the books.
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Profile Art by COREProfile, Character & Story by Jen.
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