AskSnowface

    Annabelle gazed out her window. Stars glimmered throughout the sky, scattered like the pieces of her heart. She looked at the clock. It read 11:58. Tip-toeing to her bed, she laid her head on her pillow, still damp from her earlier tears. Down near her feet was the blanket where Oliver used to curl up after a long day of hunting house flies. Black and white cat hairs still lingered on parts of the blanket, one of the last things remaining of her old friend. It was only last week when he’d been at her bedroom door, yowling for food. Her eyes blurred with tears as she remembered his gentle purr, soothing her to sleep each night. Her f