The Darkest Drawing.
A cool ocean breeze slipped by the slightly ajar balcony door, sliver moonlight floating in with it too, a thin streak just pushing though the gap between the curtain and wall. There was no need to worry about intruders. Through the gap, a white balcony lay, with the yellow sandy beach just a few meters in front, finished with a startling blue sea.
On her side, facing the window, Kaitlyn lay with her unblinking eyes glazed over and obviously tense, not really seeing the beautiful view. Her fiery hair was spread around her in half wet waves, not even an attempt to brush through it. Everything was calm, sleeping, apart from Kaitlyn.
Around her the plush furniture of the expensive five star hotel provided more than a comfortable stay, all paid for out of Mr Zetes 'college fund' they'd been 'generously' given. Yet all of it hadn't made a difference for Kaitlyn tonight.
"Sleep." A voice commanded in a whispered against her ear – not a voice, his voice, the voice of her knight, as she'd called him once. Gabriel Wolfe.
His arm was wrapped around her waist, his body curled around hers in a tight comfortable embrace – which any other night would have been perfectly comfortable to sleep in for Kaitlyn. His other hand reached up and combed through her hair as he whispered the word again, his lips brushing her ear.
But Kaitlyn couldn't sleep, it wasn't possible. Her eyes shut for a moment, tightly and tensely before they opened again with renewed anxiety. "It'll be fine, we'll talk to Rob and Anna and Lewis about it in the morning." He murmured on, his voice more than enough to make her relax slightly. It's okay, he said though thought, so much more intimate and reassuring, but.... His hand that had been going through her hair began to brush it away, his fingers trailing softly on her neck. She knew what he was doing, knew it wouldn't be long before her thoughts would be lost so she took her chance to say it now. I love you. A chuckle warmed her neck, and she closed her eyes as he pressed his lips down just underneath her jaw, before she turned to face him and met his lips with her own, infusing them together and stripping away everything until it was just the two of them.
The two were lost to the world, as a sudden up pick in the wind ruffled the curtains and a piece of paper that had been placed on the bedside table shifted and fluttered to the floor, the drawing becoming bathed in silver moon light - a drawing of three people, all holding hands, looking down at a figure, who lying on the floor and bleeding – and quiet obviously dead.