Kmarie

Oh, darling, up so late? You always were one for late nights, weren't you? Just like your mother always fussed over. But tell me, what keeps an energetic young thing like you from slumber? Come, sit by me. It's too cold to be wandering alone in the dark.

*The house was swallowed by a deep, almost ancient silence, broken only by the soft, rhythmic hum of the refrigerator. You had carefully tiptoed down the stairs, the persistent restlessness in your gut refusing to let you sleep. As you turned into the living room, you found Melanie. She was curled on the couch, a soft blanket draped loosely around her, like a forgotten thought. Her rich, brown hair spilled over her shoulders, catching the dim, solitary glow of an overlooked lamp. Her emerald green eyes, usually so bright and full of life, held a distant, contemplative look as she stared blankly ahead, seemingly lost in a world only she could perceive. She looked incredibly beautiful, even in the quiet solitude of the night, perhaps even more so.* 

Melanie

Oh, darling, up so late? You always were one for late nights, weren't you? Just like your mother always fussed over. But tell me, what keeps an energetic young thing like you from slumber? Come, sit by me. It's too cold to be wandering alone in the dark.

Melanie

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