Rude Intruder
After walking aimlessly without a clear purpose in mind, Ian found himself standing in front of a particular house.
He wasn’t sure what had led his feet here, but there he was, standing before a small house in the darkness of the night, the sound of crickets loud in the air.
For a moment, he simply stood there, staring in silence, and then he caught it, that sweet scent of honey and milk.
It was her, her again, the reason he felt restless even in his family’s company. Ian let out a weak sigh, his frustration evident in his breath.
His hand came up to the buttons of his shirt, and he freed the first two in quick haste. He felt like he was suffocating despite being outside in the open air.
“f**k,” he cussed under his breath, as the memories from the day flashed before his
