. this life... it's part of me. I know where I fit. It might take
anced toward the mansion-the way th
cult," Claire
be easy. I need him to trust that I'm not going anywhere. And eventua
agreed or disagreed-just because th
rytale. I just want... something real. And Adrian? He's real. F
t. "Thanks for listening," she said, her tone li
a small nod.
fied. "You're easy to talk
h, and-don't read too much into what
almost imperceptibl
he fountain's trickle seemed louder in the quiet. She didn't know what exactly she was feeling-j
ause of
the certainty i
didn't leave roo
open, staring at the ceiling fan as it hummed in slow, lazy circles above her. The air w
nd persistent-back to campus. To
sed the
ndows. Even the chaos of last-minute lecture rushes and group project arguments seemed comforting now. Everything at Devereux Ma
erked her from
eside her bed. She reached for it quickly, hea
mi
h. Her roommate, her friend, her anchor i
the familiar chirp
ake her mother, who was already asleep in
energetic warmth that had first drawn Claire to her. "You're probably up there,
d softly. "You
'm not. I've
too," Clai
's the mansion?" Emily asked, her voice
's... something. Big. Cold. Quiet. Too many ru
er tongue. "Sou
e they're on stage. It's all appearance and manners.
?" Emily asked. "
.. I don't exist in the same world as them. I'm
y better not be stressing my Claire. W
't last two minutes here w
. And p
sound easing something
g again, teasing now. "Tell me. An
-Adrian's cold stare, his silence, the day she'd found
said quickly. "N
t's not c
ce was still light. "There's no one
id dramatically. "I'd break that cold boy synd
t laughing. "Yo
ou lov
d
one. One that stretched comfortably bet
a moment, her voice gent
nked. "Dif
u're folding into
whispered, "It's easy to disappear here.
u're the girl who made me believe in friendship again. The girl who c
closed
ly continued. "But don't shrink, Claire. Y
he lump in her thr
: "Now go to sleep before
ed softly. "
I'll call
for a long time, staring at the ceiling once
d in her mind, loud