Chapter 268

Proserpina The darkness of the night surrounded me. I sat on the seat near the window, my knees drawn up, resting my chin on them, arms wound around my legs, staring into the darkness of the lawn below. From somewhere in the distance, I hear the sound of an owl, lonely and sombre, breaking the silence of the night. It must be around 2 a.m, I thought wearily, running my hand through my hair, undoing my heavy braid and untangling the knots absently.