The sun was just about to set completely when they arrived at Nathaniel’s house, the drive there had been silent, and the silence had been thick with tension, and the tension had wreaked havoc on Catherine’s nerves, she was on the verge of forgetting how to breathe, and when the door opened and the cool evening breeze filled the car, she dragged in a lung full of air to stabilize herself. She stepped out of the car slowly and shut the door quietly.
She liked the orange hue twilight casted over the entire place, it was beautiful, she loved the twisted irony of it all; it was all colorful before it went dark. Before all this, she had been much of a bookworm, she’d immerse herself in the books, their pages and the words written on them, she’d let her mind unhinge itself from the banal and ov
