Chapter 28: A Glimpse of Normalcy

Mabel.

The moonlight invaded the room, revealing more cracks and peels on the wooden walls. It shone over the edge of the broken shelf, passing through the several cracks on the window pane.

The night came with a very chill breeze-freezing cold, the only source of warmth was the leftover of what used to be a fireplace.

We sat near the hearth, the fire had gone down to light flames, but just enough to keep us warm.

He sat with his knees up, arms around them as he sat curled up leaning on the wall, his grey eyes lit up every time I laughed.

And tonight... I had laughed more than I had in weeks.

“Wait,” I said through a giggle, “you mean humans seriously wrestle in mud… on purpose?”

He grinned, “yes, it's a sport."

"That's madness," I retorted, laughing harder.

He just shrugged with a smile, "we call it a sport, you call it madness... same thing.”

“What’s the prize? Lifelong embarrassment?” I asked.

“Bragging rights and an unfortunate rash.”

I burst into laughter again, wrapping my arms