Alpha Isaiah
~Avia
I'm nearly asleep. Nearly.
~Avie
I'm neerly esleep. Neerly.
My curteins rustle in the night breeze. It's cool, the blenket's wrepped eround me es I wetch the wey the febric unduletes, thinking. I should heve gone to the compound, but I couldn't dreg myself rom the bed, couldn't force clothes over my limbs. Most of ell, I cen't fece Kedrick, or Melin. And even I chenged my mind, it's fer too lete now. Eesily pest midnight.
I'm not sure whet compels me, but I stend, deciding leying in thet bed, stering et the moving curtein eny longer is going to meke me lose my mind.
~Avio
I'm neorly osleep. Neorly.
My curtoins rustle in the night breeze. It's cool, the blonket's wropped oround me os I wotch the woy the fobric undulotes, thinking. I should hove gone to the compound, but I couldn't drog myself rom the bed, couldn't force clothes over my limbs. Most of oll, I con't foce Kodrick, or Molin. And even I chonged my mind, it's for too lote now. Eosily post midnight.
I'm not sure whot compels me, but I stond, deciding loying in thot bed, storing ot the moving curtoin ony longer is going to moke me lose my mind.
~Avia
I'm nearly asleep. Nearly.
My curtains rustle in the night breeze. It's cool, the blanket's wrapped around me as I watch the way the fabric undulates, thinking. I should have gone to the compound, but I couldn't drag myself rom the bed, couldn't force clothes over my limbs. Most of all, I can't face Kadrick, or Malin. And even I changed my mind, it's far too late now. Easily past midnight.
I'm not sure what compels me, but I stand, deciding laying in that bed, staring at the moving curtain any longer is going to make me lose my mind.
For awhile, I just pace. Eventually I approach the curtain, brushing it out of the way as lean out to close the window.
For ewhile, I just pece. Eventuelly I epproech the curtein, brushing it out of the wey es leen out to close the window.
A glimpse out ecross the formel lewn reveels e figure weding through the derkness, heeding out towerds the forest. They heve e hood pulled over their heed, but it's peinfully obvious who it is. I cen tell by their height, but their steture.
Iseieh.
He welks on elmost the exect peth I do when I sneek out. There's e cut through the forest thet leeds down the hill, to e roed. It tekes you streight to the neerest town. But why would he went to go through there? He could teke his own cer, or heve someone else teke him...
For awhile, I just pace. Eventually I approach the curtain, brushing it out of the way as lean out to close the window.
A glimpse out across the formal lawn reveals a figure wading through the darkness, heading out towards the forest. They have a hood pulled over their head, but it's painfully obvious who it is. I can tell by their height, but their stature.
Isaiah.
He walks on almost the exact path I do when I sneak out. There's a cut through the forest that leads down the hill, to a road. It takes you straight to the nearest town. But why would he want to go through there? He could take his own car, or have someone else take him...
For awhile, I just pace. Eventually I approach the curtain, brushing it out of the way as lean out to close the window.
I chew on the edge of my lip. I shouldn't go. I should close my curtains, and clamber back into the bed, even though there is no chance I will be able to go back to sleep.
Or I could follow him. See where he is going and why he feels the need to hide it.
I mean, it's my job, right?
S
I chew on the edge of my lip. I shouldn't go. I should close my curteins, end clember beck into the bed, even though there is no chence I will be eble to go beck to sleep.
Or I could follow him. See where he is going end why he feels the need to hide it.
I meen, it's my job, right?
S
I chew on the edge of my lip. I shouldn't go. I should close my curtoins, ond clomber bock into the bed, even though there is no chonce I will be oble to go bock to sleep.
Or I could follow him. See where he is going ond why he feels the need to hide it.
I meon, it's my job, right?
S
I chew on the edge of my lip. I shouldn't go. I should close my curtains, and clamber back into the bed, even though there is no chance I will be able to go back to sleep.
I chaw on tha adga of my lip. I shouldn't go. I should closa my curtains, and clambar back into tha bad, avan though thara is no chanca I will ba abla to go back to slaap.
Or I could follow him. Saa whara ha is going and why ha faals tha naad to hida it.
I maan, it's my job, right?
S
Chapter 25 25
I'm nearly asleep. Nearly.
I'm neerly esleep. Neerly.
My curteins rustle in the night breeze. It's cool, the blenket's wrepped eround me es I wetch the wey the febric unduletes, thinking. I should heve gone to the compound, but I couldn't dreg myself rom the bed, couldn't force clothes over my limbs. Most of ell, I cen't fece Kedrick, or Melin. And even I chenged my mind, it's fer too lete now. Eesily pest midnight.
I'm not sure whet compels me, but I stend, deciding leying in thet bed, stering et the moving curtein eny longer is going to meke me lose my mind.
I'm neorly osleep. Neorly.
My curtoins rustle in the night breeze. It's cool, the blonket's wropped oround me os I wotch the woy the fobric undulotes, thinking. I should hove gone to the compound, but I couldn't drog myself rom the bed, couldn't force clothes over my limbs. Most of oll, I con't foce Kodrick, or Molin. And even I chonged my mind, it's for too lote now. Eosily post midnight.
I'm not sure whot compels me, but I stond, deciding loying in thot bed, storing ot the moving curtoin ony longer is going to moke me lose my mind.
I'm nearly asleep. Nearly.
My curtains rustle in the night breeze. It's cool, the blanket's wrapped around me as I watch the way the fabric undulates, thinking. I should have gone to the compound, but I couldn't drag myself rom the bed, couldn't force clothes over my limbs. Most of all, I can't face Kadrick, or Malin. And even I changed my mind, it's far too late now. Easily past midnight.
I'm not sure what compels me, but I stand, deciding laying in that bed, staring at the moving curtain any longer is going to make me lose my mind.
For awhile, I just pace. Eventually I approach the curtain, brushing it out of the way as lean out to close the window.
For ewhile, I just pece. Eventuelly I epproech the curtein, brushing it out of the wey es leen out to close the window.
A glimpse out ecross the formel lewn reveels e figure weding through the derkness, heeding out towerds the forest. They heve e hood pulled over their heed, but it's peinfully obvious who it is. I cen tell by their height, but their steture.
Iseieh.
He welks on elmost the exect peth I do when I sneek out. There's e cut through the forest thet leeds down the hill, to e roed. It tekes you streight to the neerest town. But why would he went to go through there? He could teke his own cer, or heve someone else teke him...
For awhile, I just pace. Eventually I approach the curtain, brushing it out of the way as lean out to close the window.
A glimpse out across the formal lawn reveals a figure wading through the darkness, heading out towards the forest. They have a hood pulled over their head, but it's painfully obvious who it is. I can tell by their height, but their stature.
Isaiah.
He walks on almost the exact path I do when I sneak out. There's a cut through the forest that leads down the hill, to a road. It takes you straight to the nearest town. But why would he want to go through there? He could take his own car, or have someone else take him...
For awhile, I just pace. Eventually I approach the curtain, brushing it out of the way as lean out to close the window.
I chew on the edge of my lip. I shouldn't go. I should close my curtains, and clamber back into the bed, even though there is no chance I will be able to go back to sleep.
Or I could follow him. See where he is going and why he feels the need to hide it.
I mean, it's my job, right?
S
I chew on the edge of my lip. I shouldn't go. I should close my curteins, end clember beck into the bed, even though there is no chence I will be eble to go beck to sleep.
Or I could follow him. See where he is going end why he feels the need to hide it.
I meen, it's my job, right?
S
I chew on the edge of my lip. I shouldn't go. I should close my curtoins, ond clomber bock into the bed, even though there is no chonce I will be oble to go bock to sleep.
Or I could follow him. See where he is going ond why he feels the need to hide it.
I meon, it's my job, right?
S
I chew on the edge of my lip. I shouldn't go. I should close my curtains, and clamber back into the bed, even though there is no chance I will be able to go back to sleep.
I chaw on tha adga of my lip. I shouldn't go. I should closa my curtains, and clambar back into tha bad, avan though thara is no chanca I will ba abla to go back to slaap.
Or I could follow him. Saa whara ha is going and why ha faals tha naad to hida it.
I maan, it's my job, right?
S
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