ARTEMISIA
“The end,” I mumbled, rolling on the vast bed as the rolling credit came on the screen. I shut the laptop I had been watching a film on and gazed towards the white ceiling.
“What next?” I asked myself. I stretched forth my hand towards a paper I had listed what to do for the weekend that was sitting on the nightstand.
“Watch the night sky,” I mumbled.
I hopped out of bed, darted to the closed window, opened it, and lifted my face towards the sky.
It was very much the same these past weeks: Cloudless, full moon with a lot of stars decorating it.
I enjoyed staring out of the window while letting the wind caress my face.
But tonight, I wanted to do something different. Maybe something quite dangerous, as Sin would term it.
Sin.
Five days ago, he left home. Not only him, but
