*Everly*
Because if anyone see me, they might think I am mad, i slip out of the residence and into the night without telling a soul … other than my lady’s maid, who has assisted in dressing me … of my plans. The lights in the garden are not flickering, but remains dark, so it is only the moon that guides my steps to the far wall. When Tristan had left this afternoon, he had told me that he would be late so I am not expecting him until well after midnight.
The nights are usually the loneliest. During the day the air fills with the sound of car engines. I will hear the din of people passing by, children running about in the distance and laughing. But when darkness falls, everything becomes quiet and I merely pass the time, like an ornament set on a mantle waiting to be taken down and admir
