Author's note:
Hiiiiii! Seems like I have broken another promise, again... I'm feeling incredibly guilty. I've explained that work at school is taking a lot of time from me. And I know it's a commen excuse, but atleast I hope you bear with me... :(
I want to thank everyone for following/favouring and... even reviewing this story...that makes me so happy to know that you like it! You're the reason that this story will be continued,keeping me motivated to continue.
I hope you enjoy this chapter too :)
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I couldn't sleep.
The first time I noticed this discomfort was at 16 past 10 in the evening. Miss Nightingale told me around half past 10 as advise to get a good rest before I would go home. Ohhhhh, only if she knew how far that journey would be..., were my thoughts. Miss Nightingale explained to me a bit that they were currently in Lambeth Asylum (so it means she was in Lambeth which is pretty far away from her home in the borough City of London). She told some about the history of this building. That it was thanks to the financial support of the templars that she could educate nurses and nunes, treating anyone who would need their aid. The rest of what she was telling didn't stuck with me. Maybe she said something about her youth, maybe she mentioned that she had alwasy wanted to be a nurse. If I could summerize everyting she could remember, she would describe her as a bright and caring person who got her heart on the right place.
At 10 minutes past 10, the moment Miss Nightingale wished her goodnight and left, I started to slightly panic abouthow to get home. Of course, one of the options was by foot, but being more than 300 yard away from the safe, familiar and comforting zone would take me at least 3 days to get there. If I knew my way though. And if I could spend the night somewhere. Not complaining about the long, very long walk, but more afraid of the darkness when a woman like me, walks through the slightly lit streets. Even though things were getting safer since the downfall of the blighters, you couldn't be lesser cautions. For somany reasons, let alone a woman like me with zero strength, stability or talking skills.
When I turned on my left side, I sighed heavily and shot another glance at the loyal clock on the grey wall who never lied to her when it came to telling the time. And even though she couldn't hope it would have sympathise for her, it told her yet the time.
8 to 12.
I blinked my eyes tiredly.
8 to 12.
I blinked again,not believing.
7 to 12.
No waaaaaay. My moan was quiet, my eyes drooping as my mind drifted finally to the sleep I longed for.
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He shouldn't be here. He told himself many times before (shortly artfter that night and examiating the scene they returned to the train hideout), on his way to where he was now (along with running to his fault, then running over the roofs back when his healthy sense caught up with him in time, to be free-running that same path back to his previous mad idea) and even this moment, when he looked at a certain window, his commen sence screaming at him that this wasn't a bright notion. He had seen that person many times before that ball, but nothing more than that. He knew her quite a bit. It wasn't hard to tell that, judging her appearence, that she wasn't proud of herself. Her shouders hung slightly which made her look smaller, not noticeble for those who didn't look at her long enough. When someone would do, they would also notice that her skin is a very little bit blue-ish, probably for eating so less. Although these things, her hair describes the term "simply unique" very well. Lightbrown hair that turns almost golden with every ray the sun granted her and it was as straight as it possibly could be, giving the image that it's soft and thick when you would run your fingers through i-...
I raised my eyebrows as high as I could. The current thoughts that ghosted my mind weren't something I was used to from myself, neither the reason for those. Since when did I? Why would I be bothered so much?
Her soft, almost hissing voice entered his spacing mind as his eyes were still focused on that spot.
'You know it's not very kind, neither polite to spy on innocents.'
I sighed. 'I'm not spying I'-'
'Yeah you're right. It was more like starring and drooling about most likely dirty thoughts of which I really don't want to know.' She made faces like she had to eat something nasty.
'I'm afraid I have not the slighest clue of what you're thinking of me, but I do not blame you if you had those thoughts yourself. I know I'm a irresistable man, but as the gentlemen I am I would kindly ask you to save your fantasies for someone else. A particulary someone may I add.'
'Gosh seriously?!' She hissed in his ear. He shrunk a little from the high frequenty of her voice, yet it came out as a whisper. 'Just tell the bloody hell why you're here at this time of night and I'll spare you.'
He looked at her with a questioning yet challanging face. 'Was that a attempt to threat me dear sister? Just warn me next time so I can improvise on that.' To emphasize his comment he made the most unconvincing face-expression till now. Including the hand to his mouth and wide eyes. He earned a firm twist of his left ear.
'Dear brother, I think it's not necessary, don't you agree?' He just whimpered.
'Cheater,' he murmled. The twist was shared onto his other ear. 'Ouwouwouwouw...'
'Sorry, didn't quite catch that. What did you say?'
It may be the first time in his life that the tears almost spilled from the corners of his eyes. That much pain was flowing through his burning and nub-becoming ears.
'Fine...N...No. It's not.'
'Good.' She finally let him go. His hands shot up to cover and softly rub them.
Jacob pointed one finger up. 'If I tell you, would you keep it to yourself?' She smiled.
'Most certainly not, but we can work something out.' When he didn't react, she gently nudged him with her right shoulder and added: 'But just this once then. I will keep my mouth shut.' Jacob rolled his eyes before he spoke.
'For the first time in my life I feel like running away for something bloody absurdity.'
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Author's note: Next time she'll finally leave for City of London! Just hang on until then, hehehehehehe.
I won't promise when I'm going to update because I don't want to dissapoint you again...it's not fair from me to do that.
Bye for now!
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