~Sienna~

The road is way too dark. I shouldn’t have stayed out so late. Usually, I’m home long before the moon gets this high, tucked into bed with the monitor humming beside me, but today was different. It’s kind of heavy. The drive back from Nova’s studio feels longer than usual, the asphalt stretching out like an endless black ribbon under my tires. The only thing I can see is the small patch of road my headlights are hitting, and every tree I pass looks like a shadow jumping out at ...