~ Arabella ~
The next morning came far too fast.Ham had insisted I stayed at his but I didn't want. I wanted to lie down in my tiny room.
I hadn’t slept , if I did, it was only in restless, broken snatches, my mind drifting in and out of the same looping fear: Ham walking into danger, Ham not coming back, Ham bleeding somewhere while I sat uselessly behind a locked door. So much. it was such a long night for me really.
By the time pale daylight seeped through my curtains, my eyes felt raw, like I’d been crying even though not a single tear had actually fallen. It was just the too much fear that I had deep inside me.
I pushed myself off the couch, bones aching from tension more than exhaustion and the fear. My apartment felt too still. Too quiet. Every sound from outside made me tur
