In the midst of enveloping darkness and the gentle symphony of snores echoing through the dormitory, Brynn found herself wide awake, her gaze fixated on the ceiling above. Sleep continued to elude her grasp, slipping through her fingers like elusive sand. With a resigned sigh, she cast the blankets aside and slid her feet into the comfort of her slippers, shielding them from the chill of the cold, uninviting floor.
Stealthily, she made her way out of her own dorm room, navigating the shadows with practiced ease. The common room, usually bustling with activity, now lay shrouded in silence, save for the occasional creak of a floorboard beneath her careful steps. Her destination beckoned her, drawing her closer to the forbidden realm of the boys' dormitories. One, two, three, four, five... Her counting brought her to the door she sought—the one she had visited countless times before.
With utmost caution, she nudged the door open, its hinges protesting softly. Moving with the grace of a shadow, Brynn padded across the room, her presence barely a whisper in the stillness. Finally, she arrived at Jakob's bed, the one she sought on this particular night. Kneeling on the floor, she leaned in, her chin coming to rest gently on the edge of his bed, a breath away from his slumbering form.
"Hey, Jake," she whispered, her voice a delicate murmur that hung in the air. She gazed at him, his features softened in the muted glow filtering through the room's window. Her presence, a flicker of vulnerability, hovered over the sleeping boy. A longing, unspoken but palpable, was etched into her expression. "Are you awake?" she questioned, her words barely more than a wistful exhale, hoping for a flicker of response from him in the tranquil night.
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