Yah, I spelt story wrong. Fight me Just look at NnC
Anxiety? No. It was just fear. That was the only answer he could think of for his heavy and rapid breathing. His hand shook as he wrote down on a scroll of paper. Footsteps tapped and thumped on the floor. It was no surprise at all. For it was late at night and his family was most likely heading to sleep. But somehow it made him jump and send a shiver down his spine. His heartbeat quickened. It was only when the footsteps faded did he gulp in fresh air, having held his breath through the footsteps. He looked down at his writing. His handwriting was awful. Shaky and erase marks everywhere. But he dismissed it. He couldn’t write it again. How could he? To his luck, his bedroom offered a balcony. For a moment, fingering the soft velvet fabric of the curtain, it made him feel free. He could be the way he always was. But the paper in his hand took that feeling and dropped it dead. He held the paper, then squeezed it tightly. A caw interrupted him. His eyes looked up to see a crow, perched on the railing. He wished it was just a normal crow. One that was just trying to steal his jewels. But alas, this crow had a band on its talon. Shakily, he handed the paper to the crow. It looked at it, then picked it up and flew away. He walked back inside and drew the curtains, letting out a shaky sigh. This was terrible. He was so tired from doing this for what? Four years? The bed was soft and comforting as he laid upon it. It soothed him and washed away the dreading feelings he had. Well, all but one. Someday they’ll find out. Someday his family will find out. And they’ll be hurt. He just hoped that they’ll understand. Understand what was happening. It made him dread the day he would have to tell his parents, his mother and father. And worst of all, He would have to tell Guinevere. I has a bad habit of spoiling
