[@Mister Thirteen]

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Outside of the bedroom window, Maddison could see the perimeter of the home. Lush green, mowed glass that looked so fresh she could practically smell it. Lined with trees, obscuring the view of much beyond the border of the property. Shrubs dotted with colorful flowers. Slowly, the teen lowered her gaze before quickly pulling the curtains closed. 

With that, Maddison sat down on the bed, taking a pillow and holding tightly to her chest. Fresh linen. She inhaled deeply as she laid back on the soft mattress. She curled up slowly, closing her eyes. Unable to drift to sleep just yet, she laid there in silence and let the emptiness swallow her for the time being. She was not sure how much time had passed before she was abruptly snapped back to reality. Her body tensed, her eyes snapped towards the door, suddenly alert. It was Beatrice’s voice, which on it’s was not bad... but her words brought a sense of apprehension. 

[i]Someone here to see you[/i]. She quickly sat upright. 

Who else would it be? A feeling of anxiousness swelled in the pit of her stomach and her heart began to race. Panic and mixed emotions. She was still for a moment, perhaps with the hope of calming herself, quelling the uneasiness. She stood, allowing her pillow to drop to the floor. Willing herself to move - just do it. Get it done. Like a bandaid. The sooner she saw him, spoke to him, the sooner this feeling would go. She flung the door open and turned down the hall. 

She descended the steps slowly, apprehensive. At the foot of the stairs she could see Beatrice waiting. A sure sign that Blake was just beyond the stairwell. She gulped, continuing down the flight of stairs. Once she reached the landing, she stopped abruptly, immediately spotting the brunette man. She stood at the foot of the stairwell, frozen - chest tightening, stomach knotted and tears threatening to fall. [i]It’s... really him.[/i] It seem unreal. Maddison exhaled. There was, what seemed to her, a long a pause. 

Maddison had never known how much she resembled him until she stood there facing him for the first time. From his hair and eyes, to the shape of his face. It was shocking. Briefly, she averted her eyes, wrapping her arms around herself. “... Hi.” She finally managed, her voice just barely a whisper. 

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