99. Solitude
Bonnie Bennett let her gaze wander across the calm lake. The air around her was chilly and she snuggled deeper into the blanket around her shoulders as the blowing wind moved her open hair. On the far end where the lake met the horizon was the sun just descending. It was quiet around her. Nobody was out here, twilight was creeping up and everybody had already fled into the safety of their homes.
The young witch leant back against the doorframe, her eyes fixed on the glowing fire ball as she listened to the sound of the wind in the leaves of the trees around her.
Her face was relaxed and she seemed peaceful, standing there the long hair flying around her face and the petite frame wrapped up in the dark blanket.
She breathed in, enjoying the clear air as it filled her lungs and watching the small white cloud that appeared when she let the air escape her mouth again.
She was happy. She was free. She was alone. And she enjoyed it.
Bonnie had never been a person to always stand in the foreground, to be the center of attention. She had always loved being alone, reading a book or just starring off into space. She liked to be alone, when it was so quiet that all she could hear were her thoughts. Bonnie had always enjoyed solitude.
And that was also the reason why she was currently here, surrounded by trees as the night slowly took over the world.
The solitude was complete, she couldn't sense anyone being near her and it was good like that.
She liked to do things alone, it didn't matter what it was, but sometimes she just needed time to be in solitude, time to leave her thoughts running free.
Solitude was great, but sometimes togetherness was even better and with that thought in mind, she twirled around entering the small cabin behind her and seconds later she was in the arms of her favorite vampire, the one that made some things even more enjoyable when they were together.