The night was cold, even though it is generally a hot country. The black sky, along with its beautiful shining stars, fascinated me in ways I could barely explain. It reminded me of a part of a poem I had written back when I was about fifteen years old.
“What happens when you start finding beauty in the darkness that surrounds you? Personally I find a mysterious pleasure in staring at the dark not knowing what’s in front of me”
“How accurate!” I thought. “The girl who used to find pleasure in not knowing what comes next, today would give anything to know the future.” A faint voice calling my name stopped me from thinking any further. “Quesiyah”, it said. I only realised after a while that it was Jace talking. It gave me a sense of relief knowing he was awake.
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