C H A S T I T Y
Year 2010
18 years old
There was something about it.
Something about this day.
Something about the storm.
Something about the sudden tremors I felt that I know for a fact was not medically related.
Something about how the rain pitter-pattered outside the window.
Something about how the wind was blowing through everything outside.
Something about how the room was a bit cold yet homey.
Something about the aroma of the room smelled wonderful.
Something about how silent the night was.
Something about…
Something about Lachlan.
Being intimate on a rainy night in an inn truly felt like a magical and an intimate experience, despite doing it with my enemy, Mr. Lachlan Lionel Spetzler Knox. The rain made it seem like the world was outside, but here we were, creating
