She pushed the door open, and even though Yeara's heart picked up pace, it was out of curiosity and nothing else. The faint creak of the hinges echoed softly in the quiet hallway.
In fact, she very much wanted to know if she was really seeing things, and today would tell if she was or not.
But why had she not checked this earlier today? Why was she checking it now? It wasn't like she did not have plenty of time today—she very much did. So why did she have to do that now?
She could not sleep, that was why… or was it?
Yeara's legs tapped quickly down the stairs as she rushed, each step sounding louder than it should in the stillness of the night. She did not want to get caught by anyone at this time, and she also wanted to do this quickly and get over it. Why had she seen a door before, and then she saw walls like the door had disappeared?
Something was wrong.
Her breath came out shaky as she reached the entrance door to the garden, a faint chill brushing against her skin.
