A stream of natural light penetrated the murky room illuminating the area for the first time in years. The sound of the curtain was the only noise around her causing a small knot to form in her stomach. The empath let out a shallow sigh as she moved on to her books, their leather bounds long forgotten to her. She allowed her fingers to trace their spines, feeling the engraved letters under her skin. Spells, stories, notes, everything that one witch could wish for available to her and yet she couldn’t bring herself to pull one from its perch. Theses pieces of history were no longer hers, left behind by a frightened girl with no sense of self.
Starfire had been right, her room looked like it had never been touched. Her breakable knick knacks still sat in their rightful place, caked in a thick layer of dust, their long forgotten meaning hiding behind the wall she had put up five years ago. Her bed was even still made, undoubtedly in the hopes of her speedy return.
What a mess.