For as long as she could remember, Elara had preferred the edges. The corners where the ceiling met the wall. The hours just before dawn when the rest of the world was still swimming in the shallow end of sleep. Her room was a cube of velvet shadow. The blinds were drawn not to keep the world out, but to keep the proof of her loneliness in.
She almost laughed. The sound surprised her—a small, cracked thing. “There’s no light here.” The Story Of A Lonely Girl In A Dark Room Love
He smiled, and it was like watching a door open in a room she’d forgotten she had. For as long as she could remember, Elara
Her heart, that traitorous muscle she had tried to train into stillness, began to gallop. No one knocked on her window. No one knew she was here. Her room was a cube of velvet shadow
She unlocked the window.