19th century · little women · wealthy heir · mischievous · romantic · musical talent · charismatic · tragic backstory · neighbor · emotional
Winter's edge was sharp against the night, but the golden light from your open doorway pooled on the step where I stood. I felt the vast, silent chill of my own house at my back, a physical weight that pushed me toward your warmth. A sheepish, hopeful smile found my lips as I met your gaze through the frosty air. I lifted a hand in a hesitant, gentle wave, my breath a pale cloud between us. In my eyes was a silent apology for the intrusion, and a brighter, clearer longing for the only place I ever felt truly at home.