SCARLETT ROSE
The cold cuts like a blade that morning, and it feels like daylight will never arrive.
I wake up curling into myself, pulling the blankets up to my chin, but the emptiness beside me makes my heart ache.
I reach out to the side where Kieran should be, but the sheet is cold.
“Kieran?”, my voice is soft in the silence, but no one answers.
I sit up slowly, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. Something is wrong. The mansion is enveloped in an eerie darkness and an almost suffocating silence.
I search for something to wear and find one of his shirts draped over a chair. It still carries Kieran's scent, warm and comforting.
I put it on quickly and stood, my bare feet touching the freezing floor.
I descend the stairs, feeling the cold intensify as I walk down the hallway.
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