Maeve
“MAEVE. “
I cringe at a familiar voice shouting my name and turn to see Nael hang his head out the window. His eyes are wide, and his face void of any color. When he sees me, the sigh of relief he draws is so big I’m scared he might choke on it.
“F**K, you scared me.“, he breathes.
I just sit there. My mouth shut.
Since I came here, I figured out how to get on this 5 feet by 5 feet portion of the roof right under my window. It must be covering one of the pathways to the former outhouse. The tarp warmed up during the day, making it less cold to sit on in the evening and at night. Curled up with a thick blanket, I spent hours staring at the stars.
My pops, Mom’s Dad, lectured me about different formations whenever I would go visit them. Astronomy was his thing—that and werewolf
