Rendezvous With A Lonely - Girl In A Dark Room

As the night wore on, the candle burned low, casting the room in an even deeper darkness. But I didn’t feel afraid. I felt like I was home.

Eventually, the girl stood up, stretching her arms above her head. Rendezvous With A Lonely Girl In A Dark Room

“My father used to bring me here when I was a child,” she said, her eyes drifting off into the distance. “He would show me all the strange and beautiful things he had collected. He said that the world was full of wonder, and that I just had to look for it.” As the night wore on, the candle burned

“Thank you for having me,” I replied. Eventually, the girl stood up, stretching her arms

I nodded, feeling a sense of wonder.

“Hello,” I said, trying to sound calm.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m used to being alone.”