Emily 18 Alone In The Pool At Nightrar Guide

Instead, she opened a notebook—the blank one she had been saving for something important—and wrote at the top of the first page:

What do I actually want?

But tonight, she would just be here. Wet hair. Cold skin. Eighteen years old. Alone in the pool at night. emily 18 alone in the pool at nightrar

Emily, 18, alone in the pool at night.

Things I want. (Real ones.)

She slid in.

For five minutes, they kept each other company in silence. Then the cat stood, stretched, and disappeared back into the bushes. Emily was alone again. But now, the solitude felt different. Less like abandonment. More like a choice. She swam to the steps and sat on the second one, water lapping at her waist. The night air raised goosebumps on her arms. She hugged herself and thought about all the questions she had been avoiding: Instead, she opened a notebook—the blank one she