Harlow
The sky, dark and dusky, was like the blank sheet of my diary I'd filled with tears during my teenage years. There were no stars in sight, not even a single one. And once again, I was reminded of the fact that I was alone. Stepping away from the windows, I grabbed a blazer and walked out of my room. The soft click of the door filled the space as I wrapped my arms around myself, finding my way into the deafening silence.
For half an hour, I had laid on my bed, trying to get some sleep, but it seemed like my heart was at war with my fatigued body. Several thoughts and buried memories kept resurfacing, so I decided to step out for a while. Since it was past midnight, the pack house was extremely quiet. Not even the maids lurked across the hallway. Steadying myself down the stairs, I
