Things were different. Not like the typical 'Oh, someone changed the flowers in the vase.' kind of different, but more of a lonely different. But she understood why, considering her significant other was on the run, and she honestly had no one to be with. Sinking into her covers, Kaithley stared at the ceiling, her thoughts trailing off to the same thing it did every night. Him. Hoping--- Praying he was okay, and that he didn't get caught. It had been two months, and yet he was still all she could think about when she was alone. Her train of thought was broken caused by a rustling downstairs. quickly slipping out of bed, Kaith grabbed the first hard thing her fingers grazed against, latching onto whatever was in her hand. Slowly making her way down the steps, she stood on her toes not wanting to create any noise. Turning the corner swiftly, the girl flipped on the lights preparing for the predicted upcoming events. "Who the fuck are yo---" The girl's muscles froze, dropping whatever was in her hand leaving the room with the sound of a thud. Her cheeks were flushed, her fingers running through her hair. She took a step closer to the male--- then another, her pace increasing with each step. Soon enough her arms snaked around his neck, her breath heavy from shock. Her mouth was slightly open, but no words came out, burying her face into the crook of his neck. "Are you real....?" She finally breathed.
