on Sunday, June 9, 2013

There wasn’t much that she could see outside.

Everything was dark and gloomy, in hues of black and dark blue. It sent a chill up and down her spine. It frightened her. Everything seemed cold, even the wind that slammed against the windows.

It was like the outside had a story to tell; a story that she was sure she wouldn’t like. It was foreshadowing something, she was almost sure.

She sighed, wrapping her jacket around her body tighter, and walked away from the window, sending a prayer to whoever could hear to let him get home to her safe. 

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