Rainy Days || Charles + Amanda {CLOSED}
Amanda glanced down at the piece of drenched paper in the palm of her pale hands, the ink had run along her skin mixing in with the droplets of water that was currently falling from the night sky. Usually she visited homes during the day but had only arrived an hour before and had been trying to find the location ever since. Someone she knew had given her the lead on this after hours of begging and pleading. Due to the little she knew, she hoped that maybe the man would be up for an interview. If not, she would of course understand if he wanted it off the record or not at all.
Charles Stoker. Thirty-five years old. Released from the institute nineteen days ago. He had been admitted due to the fact that he, supposedly, murdered his younger sibling. If this didn’t scream bigger than life, then she didn’t know what did.
Walking up to the door had a surreal feel to it. She could easily ask and get it slammed back into her face or get allowed inside without any harsh words. Either way she was ready for whichever came next because following up on a lead with as much punch as this one packed made her feel alive again, as if the past few years she had been dead to the world.
She lifted her hand, balled it into a fist and rapped it three times. “Mr. Stoker?” She called out, unaware if he preferred others to use a courtesy title or not. “My name is Amanda Williams, I was hoping I could have a second of your time?” Throwing her name out there was meant to see if he knew who she was or not. Her stories were front page news, when she had them and her novel didn’t hit it off as great as she had hoped, but it did leave a space for her in the minds of a couple hundred others.
