When sleep finally came, nightmares tagged along. Let me sleep." Thinking sleep will help her escape the dark thoughts that drive around her mind. Prayers murmured off against her mouth, "Please. Teeth clenched and lips clamped shut so she wouldn't make a sound. Beneath the covers of her thick blanket, she was sweating, yet too afraid to pull it off. The sound of void rang in her ears hollow.
"Writing it down, and leaving it here forever. She opened the scarlet journal Dadu handed her earlier and smoothed the withered pages with the palm of her hand. Sometimes, it felt like Yuki understood Yana the way humans could not.
Her cat hopped on the table and landed beside her hands. Every nook and corner of the house seemed to creak when she moved. Her grandmother had rented one of the oldest houses in Aelmere, no doubt. Taking her seat, her bony fingers traced along the rough spines of the antique journals. The chair scratched against the wooden floor. Later in her new room that night, Yana pulled the white wooden chair back. At last, she drove into a neighborhood and stopped in front of her grandmother's house. The autumn sky is a bright shade of blue with big white clouds like cotton candy. The pavements were lined with groomed trees, and the storefronts were decorated colorfully.
Blinded by the light near me windows#
She rolled down the windows and let the breeze hit her face. Coming from busy Alynthi, this place was so quiet, peaceful. The town was pretty – Yana couldn't deny it. There was a quote under it that said " Where the lost ones go." in a fancy font. So Yana found herself driving by the signboard that says Welcome to Aelmere. If someone asked Yana if she was crazy enough to pack up and go someplace over a heartfelt letter, she would say no – but that wouldn't be true, and her grandmother knew it. When you feel lost, you know where to come.
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