Waindale

Wrenley moves to Waindale, the place where her mother grew up and where her grandmother still lives. Between the pine trees and above the wet ground, she soon realizes that Waindale is anything but the perfect place she remembers it as. Dark things stalk the woods. Dark things are pulling her in. "I turn on the lamp that's sat on top of my dresser. The pink lampshade makes my room glow with a feminine warmth, and it shines through the glass of my window; a signal so he can find his way home. It's dark out there, so bone-chillingly dark that I nearly fear for him before realizing that he is the greatest danger in those woods."

Sydney Marie · Fantasia

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91 Chs

Chapter70

#Chapter70

The shower is a distraction. My mind is preoccupied with massaging and rinsing and the compelling scent of his products; they sit right beside mine. As the conditioner soaks into my hair, I pop the lid off his bottles and take a whiff. I think back to the times when we were so undeniably close that I could nearly pick up the faint remnant of his wash.

I step out of the shower when I'm done and face the abrupt yet candid mirror. There's a temptation rooted inside of me, beckoning me to look. Just a quick check—just to make sure. I bite my bottom lip and turn ever so slightly to the side. My eyes stay fixated on my invisible belly, but if I move to just the right angle—

/"Wrenley?/"

His voice calls from the other side of the bathroom door, sudden and surprising, causing me to snatch a towel and tear my gaze away. /"Y-Yeah?/" I utter back, flustered with hot cheeks. He didn't see anything, yet my heart thumps relentlessly in my chest.

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