Disclaimer: No, I don't own these characters
Right, so, this is really short, I know, I just kinda whipped it up. It's just something I have been thinking about a lot and wanted to write it down. Hope you enjoy!
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Sitting up out of bed abruptly, the young girl scanned the room, her mind still caught between blissful sleep and awareness. When her eyes landed on the window, her mind was quickly brought back to reality. Cocking her head to the side, she slowly slipped out of bed, cautiously approaching the window while suppressing the false hopes that were choking her with excitement. It was the dead of winter, surely no one in the house would have left the window open on purpose, allowing the cold wind to slip in through the soft curtains and chill the three children who shared the room.
When she was close enough for the curtains to gently touch the skin of her ankles, she peered upward, slowly reaching out to the frame of the window to steady herself. Her eyes glistened as she looked to the sky, the mere thought of seeing even the slightest flutter of a shadow upon the rooftops of London making her unconsciously hold her breath in anticipation. But, as seconds passed and she slowly slid down the cold wood frame, she softly released the trapped air from her lungs. She knew it was not to be. Pulling her knees to her chest and shivering from the frozen night air around her, she slowly hung her head in sorrow.
There she sat in the window for some time, and as her warm tears fell from her eyes and onto the arm of her white sleeve, she did not see the brilliant gold star twinkle in the sky. And as her silent tears turned into soft sobs, she did not see the swift shadow making it's way nearer and nearer to her open window. And as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying desperately to rid herself of all too pleasant memories, she did not hear the feet touch down before her.
"Girl,"
Her head snapped up as one waking abruptly from the deepest of sleep. Staring up at the boy in front of her she found that, though her mouth had formed into a brilliant smile, her tears had only begun to fall harder. As she sat in awe and delirious happiness, she noticed a small smirk playing at his lips, a smirk that gave away that he had a question to which he already knew the answer.
"Why are you crying?"