A Stalker In The Middle Of The Night

PRESENT DAY.

Baby ran the comb through her hair again, idly and lost in thought.

Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she wondered how she had changed so much. She was looking nothing like she had looked four years ago. Time did change her a great deal. Or was it the pains?

She placed the comb on the table. It was the pains. She had her agony etched into her heart that it made her forget what being happy was like. It's been ages since she last visited the spa, or had her manicures done. Her hairdo was done a year ago. Nothing on her was recent. She'd stopped living a long time ago.

With a sigh, Baby walked to the window, staring into the night. Her arms were wrapped around her as she closed her eyes to the soft rhythm of the singing owls. Fluttering her eyes close, her thoughts drifted off to Diam. It's been a week since he visited. He'd left that day in a distraughted state. She spent every night wondering what had become of him.

How much she hated herself for harbouring though