Blythe
We end up in the spare room, closing the door behind us quietly, still sneaking around in secret even in the absence of Terrence. We are both tired from our long nights, sleep a friend who we are not on the best of terms with. This room does not feel nearly as treacherous when Spencer fills it. Nothing awaits me in the corners or shadows. I can almost relax if it weren't for trying to anticipate the return of Terrence and Lawrence. Spencer reassures me we have a few hours yet but I'm no longer fond of surprises.
It's breezy outside, whispers of autumn slowly blowing in. The ambience of everything has changed, not entirely in lieu of last nights events. Autumn has always felt somber, somewhat shy in its sojourn. The air smells different, feels dry, encourages melancholy. It summon
