She sat by the window, the only source of light coming from the table lamp. Her long hair rested smoothly on her back.
Even in her oversized shirt, her shapely body couldn't be hidden. The reading glasses she had on gave her a nerdy look.
Arya looked out the window, smiling nostalgically at the sight of the moon. The diary resting in front of her was left open but the ink never touched the blank page.
Her room had one of the best views within the villa they occupied. She smiled, reluctantly pulling her eyes away from the sky.
Her dainty fingers held the pen between them. Soon, the blank page was no longer blank.
"30th Entry"
Today marks the thirtieth day away from you. How are you? Did you have a warm meal? Are you warm and safe? It must be lonely there by yourself.
I am sorry, it must have been lonelier because of what you discovered. A little bold of me to think, I hope you are missing me.