Midnight. You couldn't sleep. Again.

Your feet had carried you aimlessly through the castle, past sleeping portraits and silent suits of armor, until you found yourself near the library.

A sliver of golden light bled through the crack in the door.

Voices. Low, familiar, careless.

Your fingers went cold.

You could feel your heartbeat in your ears, your temples, your fingers.

Too sensitive. The words played on a loop in your head.

You turned around. Silently. One foot in front of the other.

And walked away.