lost stars // thalma au
The sun had set, but it still wasn’t late. Alma was just killing time until she felt tired enough to go to sleep, puttering around her home. She cleaned a little and mended a little and made herself a cup of tea, which she drank until it went cold. The whole house felt cold unless you sat right in front of the fire. That’s where Alma was, sitting next to the flames with her hands curled around the nearly empty cup. Up until recently, Alma had been used to having her evenings, er, occupied, and now she was just bored and still a little pissed off. Apparently Nathan had packed his things and left the country, which gave Alma a little bit of childish satisfaction, but not enough to compensate for everything else.
She was trying so hard to be drowsy that Alma missed the knocking at her door. Quickly, it turned into loud pounding, and then she noticed it. Alma got up and stretched and placed her mug of tea on the table, reaching for the door and opening it, revealing Thalia. “Thalia?” Alma asked, surprised and excited. “Hi.”