The Entire History Of You, Part 5

"Wherever are you off this late in the night, little Sera?"

A pale beam of moonlight behind the rims of a lone spotlight, illuminating the hand-painted backdrop of a deep forest green. The scene was set, away went the music, the choir, emphasizing the stillness, the quiet of the night. 

"You've never wandered off on your own before without letting me know beforehand. Whatever happened to upholding the rules? My, adolescence… could it be that you are of that age where secrets start to sprout in abundance? Time really flies, doesn't it?"

Every noise seemed to resound, the creak of a carriage parked beneath a tree, the muffled thud of leather boots, the quake of breath in the cold of night. The only thing soundless, the only thing silent… was her. It's always her.