Chapter 18

After several forced sleeps and nightmarish events, Bella finally decided to go downstairs. Perhaps watching TV or doing something leisurely would take her mind off worries. She looked to her digital clock by the bedside which brightly displayed Past One. She sighed, then climbed down her bed. As she strolled towards the door, she packed her hair that had now grown messy with curls into a bun. The scenery where Arthur had packed her hair instantly sprung up.

While she toured down the stairs to his Parlour, she couldn't help but love that moment. How his fingers had gently handled her Red hair with care.

She relaxed on the sofa staring lazily and uninterestingly at the TV.

"Can't sleep?" Arthur's voice protruded the solemn atmosphere. Her heart skipped a bit before turning to him. There he was, dressed in his sleep wear with a concerned expression inscribed on his face.

"You too?" She asked softly while he joined her with a safe distance between them. He wore a smile that didn't live