検索キーワード： 著者 "Christopher Moss" すべてのカテゴリー

The rain fell relentlessly, washing away the remnants of a summer that had never existed. It blurred the windows like the tears neither of them had the strength to shed anymore. The rhythmic patter against the glass echoed through the room, but the silence between them drowned out everything else a silence so thick and suffocating that it screamed in the spaces where words should have been. Catherine stood by the fireplace; her arms crossed tightly over her chest as though trying to hold herself together physically.

The sun cast a warm, golden glow over the small attic, where the dust seemed to settle on forgotten treasures. An old wooden chest sat in the corner; its locks rusted but its contents untouched for decades. The faint scent of lavender lingered in the air, a delicate reminder of the past. As the attic door creaked open, the light from the setting sun revealed the chest's worn edges, hinting at the stories it contained.

The town of Ashbury hadn’t changed much not in the way Christopher Hale remembered it. The same crooked white fences lined the winding country roads, the same ancient oak trees leaned toward the sky like tired sentinels, and the same stillness clung to the air as if the town held its breath. But he had changed. In ways, he couldn’t yet explain, in ways that couldn’t be seen in the reflection of a mirror. He felt it in the weight of every step he took across the gravel path leading up to the inn, in the way his heart thudded heavier with each breath of familiar spring air.