Ava’s pale eyelids flew wide open, as yet another, bone-rattling, thunderous flash of lightning shook her windows. The dark room was lit by the faintest shadow of the moon, wafting through the naked panes. She shivered involuntarily, as the rain pounded at her walls.
Ava sat upright, and as her bare feet landed on the cold, dark floorboards. She felt something. She felt something behind her back; she felt them as they stared unashamed at her back. Her long, black hair swayed as she slowly turned around to face the window. An unnatural light glinted off the ring on her thumb as she slowly lifted herself off her bed, and walked, as though enchanted to the window.
The wind whistled through the window as Ava opened it. The silhouette darkened her room as she felt the harsh rain bruise her soft skin, as he smelt the dampness wash through. It was like all the air in the room had been sucked out. She shivered as his gold eyes flashed.
In that moment, the memories flashed though her head, photographs. And she remembered.
It is proposed that I should continue writing this story