Cold Days @aaronherzog
“Aaron,” called Lecia as her small fist rapped smartly on the door. Dark eyes glanced down the hallway as she waited for him to answer. After a few seconds, she knocked again. She tried the handle next, and found it was unlocked. Door hinges that were clearly in need of some tending let out an irritating squeak as she pushed the door open. "Aaron?”
The room was empty. No matter. She would wait. Mostly because there weren’t any other options. She couldn’t text him. She had no pen and paper to leave him a note. An attempt to keep looking for him seemed more effort than it was worth. He could be anywhere on the island, and this was the one place she knew for sure he would turn up eventually. At some point. Hopefully today.
Lecia lurked near the doorway for a few minutes before inviting herself in. She went to sit down, but his favorite flowery kimono was draped across the chair. Not wanting to disturb his things too much, she veered toward the bed instead. It was comfy enough, and strangely somewhat familiar from that night not so long ago. She stretched out. After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, she turned toward his nightstand.
There was a book sitting there, and Lecia didn’t stop to see which book before she picked it up and opened it. Something to do was better than nothing. She had made it to the end of the first chapter when her eyes began to droop. She turned over suddenly, curling up on her side with the book still in her hands. She made it through a few more pages before she drifted off soundly.
