Author's Note: I honestly wrote this two minutes ago, in probably less than a minute. But when it popped into my head, I just had to type it up and then post it. So here you go: another of my random drabbles.
Tears stained the silken fabric as the young girl clutched it to her face, rocking back and forth in the shadows of the closet. She tried to muffle her sobs. No one could know she was here- not the butlers, not Ian…
He would think it was silly. She thought it was silly: crying over her mother's jumper, the scent of her perfume still lingering, when she had done such unforgivable things. To miss her, after all of that…
It was utterly ridiculous. But still, she clutched the jumper, whimpering, sniffling, crying weak tears, until she cried herself to sleep.
Author's Note: Inspired by the Black Book of Buried Secrets (again, which I was reading to my brother- he gives me all my best ideas, no lie; I love that kid). Poor Natalie, even my brother felt bad for her, and up until about Book 9, he hated her guts. :)
Anyway, please review! Thanks a lot to everyone who already has (and you know who you are...)! :D
~Lily