38|Dancing Smoke

~Zia~

The beating of my heart was deafening, my breath coming up short in puffs as I watched Xavier’s shadow move in the dark.

He acts as if it’s daytime instead of nearly dawn; the gray moon’s glow coming from the open window was our only source of light.

There are movements close to the cottage. The flashes of lights when Xavier woke me up and the little snapping of twigs from all directions continued. It may be mistaken for wild animals, but the constant movement of red dotted light every ten seconds tells me otherwise.

People are here, they’ve surrounded the cottage, and I’m sure they’re not here to say hello or wish us to be merry.

Xavier, wearing his sweatpants, reached for something on the top of the closet, withd