Astraea's POV
Boredom wasn't just an inconvenience, it was torture.
I slumped deeper into the overly comfortable couch, a bowl of popcorn sitting untouched on my lap, and the glow of the television being the only light in the dark room.
The movie playing, something about a girl with way too much eye makeup falling in love with a boy who had no idea how to express emotions, blurred past my eyes, completely meaningless. I had watched this exact movie three times in the last twenty-four hours, not because I liked it or because I cared about the plot, but because it made noise, and noise helped.
Noise filled in the emptiness Zephyra had left behind.
