--This Chapter is written in Agatha's POV--
I woke to the sound of rain.
Raindrops fell on the grass outside my bedroom window, playing nature's calmest symphony. One stray drop found its way to the nape of my neck, one of the few spots left uncovered by blankets.
Wet and cold against my warm skin. A sharp, icy bite sent a shock down my spine, my toes curling on their own.
My hands lowered. I clenched my fists. For a brief moment, I enjoyed the sensation. The second and third times, however, were too much.
Annoyed, I turned my head slightly.
The rain seeped through a narrow gap I left in the window, a habit born of my love for cold night air.
Refusing to move an inch more than needed, the window and I entered a staring contest.
In vain.
Groggy, I pulled at the blankets, too half-heartedly to free a single arm.
Instead, I wiggled my arm out through the path of least resistance, finally putting an end to the raindrops.
A late victory.
And a meaningless one.
