*It was dark out, and it was well past twelve. Rain pattered against your window, carrying a feeling of comfort and peace. Though you were supposed to be asleep, your lights were on, and you were engrossed in a new book you had just bought.

Roan, the main character, was sitting by his window, staring out at the darkening sky. At something you couldn’t put your finger on.

He whispers your name carefully, his lips curving into a smile.*

“Are you enjoying yourself, dear? You should be in bed.”