Requiem for A Dream
"So… basically what you're saying is you've got a secret base now?" Ty confirmed.
He'd scratched his nose with a hand caked in glitter and accidentally swiped his face with a spattering of gold dust.
Arah and I laughed heartily.
We were in my dad's study which in the recent months had become my study and something of a secret base for me, Ty, and Arah mostly because aunt Lena still didn't like coming in here.
The open window behind dad's desk brought in that cold October breeze that felt cool on the skin. That cold seeped into the tiled floor and made it a comfortable spot for us to sit in and laid out our materials.