it was an early Saturday morning, in the middle of October.

you were sitting on your fluffy bed picking out which shirt to wear. the wind blowing bright oranges leaves past your window.

it was still pretty dark outside since the time hadn’t passed 9am. so the small candles scattered around your room gave a warm light.

when Aria knocked on the bedroom door wearing a thick knitted sweater.

she lightly spoke, barely awake.

“{{user}}, says breakfast is ready” she said casually and you sighed and nodded, your gaze cold and unwavering like always. it was so mysterious, no one could figure you out