ANNA.
As I lay in Jack's bed, my body aches, and my brows furrow As he turns with a soft grunt of pain, I whisper, “Are you okay?”
only to be met with silence. I know he isn’t asleep; he just doesn’t want to speak with me.
My chest feels as though its constricting making me need air. I’m sure I saw a balcony in his living room. When I walk inside, the warmth hits me again, and I realize we left the fireplace on.
Grabbing the remote, I switch it off before walking towards the curtains on the right. I pull them back, twist the key to the door, and let it swing open. stepping out and look up at the night sky.
The stars twinkle like tiny diamonds scattered across the velvet sky, while the moon, full and luminous, casts a silvery glow over the quiet street below.
The air tonight is not
