A/N: I wrote this a couple of days ago for my English course... that's the reason why the characters' names are not mentioned, but I believe that you'll understand who they are ;)
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It was well past midnight. Darkness had swallowed the entire city almost completely. The only sources of light were the flickering, sickeningly yellow flames from the gaslamps at the corners of streets. Cold November rain poured down from the sky. There was no one in sight-- except one solitary man.
The rain was soaking him, but he didn't care. He just kept on walking, wandering around the once familiar streets, and enjoying the silence. A shiver ran down his spine and he turned around. Maybe it was time to go home.
The house seemed to be dark and empty by the time he got back. After a moment of hesitation, he knocked on the front door. The knob turned almost instantly and a pair of dark eyes peered at him through the crack of the door. At the sight of him, the eyes widened and the door swung open. He stepped in and thought vaguely that the house was much warmer than what it looked like.
The red-haired woman took off his drenched coat, ushered him to the parlour and sat him on the settee in front of the fireplace. After bringing him a steaming cup of tea, she wrapped a worn quilt around his shoulders and sat down next to him.
From the corner of his eye, he saw her staring at him, her eyes full of concern.
"Where've you been, love?"
He looked down at his teacup, raven-black hair falling over his eyes.
"Out. Walking," he answered in his gruff voice.
She opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it. Instead, she eyed him warily before snuggling her cheek against his shoulder.
"Silly man," she muttered. "You'll catch your death if you keep goin' out in a bloody storm weather like this."
He closed his eyes and let his head fall on the back of the settee.
"No, I won't. Don't you worry about it, pet."