We’re sitting in a study with a large double bed in the corner that looks completely out of place in an alcove, as though it’s a new addition, with the sub pack eerily quiet as they all absorb everything we showed them outside. Sat in slightly dazed moods as we all digest the truth of our combined memories.
It’s a small room with a bay window, a large couch, and an armchair cozily nestled in front of a rustic fireplace. A large handmade desk sits off to the side, just in the nook of the window space, facing inward with a worn chair tucked behind. There’s an entire wall lined with dark stained bookcases, crammed full of old leather-bound journals of varying shades of tan, brown, and black, with no titles on display and I wonder what exactly is contained within the aged pages for them
