evermore || sebastian sallow

chapter 80 - daylight

This chapter will be dedicated to the lovely EllaSallow.
For your never-ending support and love.
I wish you nothing but daylight for all time.






"I once believed love would be burning red

But it's golden."

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chapter 80 - daylight

Y/n's Perspective

July, 1893

Curtains swayed from the evening summer breeze coming in from the opened balcony doors of our rented apartment in Paris, France.

Beyond the windows and ivy-covered balcony railings, moonlight and stars shone with the streetlights below where I knew the river Seine rippled quietly. 

Sebastian peacefully slept next to me while a dimmed lamp illuminated the space to my left, my hand covered in ink from my scribbling, a leather-bound journal perched on top of a pillow on my lap. I took a quiet breath and sighed, studying my lover's steady breathing, his bare and muscled freckled shoulders relaxed against the sheets.

The first time we'd arrived in this place, I worried people would think it wrong for a young unmarried couple to sleep in the same accommodation. Imagine my surprise when no one even batted an eye, and we were simply led to our rooms. Though we were warned Muggles would've thought it inappropriate.

Good thing this was the wizarding world then, I thought. Customs were more advanced.

It was three hours past midnight and I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd better make use of the time journaling. Though it was simply nonsense that I wrote, not exactly my whirring thoughts. I started making up some silly story.

I fiddled with my golden charm bracelet with the strawberry while I contemplated my thoughts.

We've been in Paris for over a month now and it was starting to feel like home. Then again, anywhere with Sebastian was home for me. Every day we'd spent in this city had been a healing tonic to my wounded soul just as much as it did for him.

This city was a dream. Every step and breeze along the cobblestoned streets felt like carrying a legacy from my brother, Alden.

He wasn't here but it felt like he was. I would never forget his tales about all of his travels, most especially about Paris.

Alden once told me how he'd visited the Paris catacombs and helped investigate some mysterious magic in there. He told me that tale the day after my birthday, and I almost called bullshit because there was no way his story mirrored too much like my quest with Sebastian in fifth year. Until he told me it was just some lost poltergeist wreaking havoc in there. How that even happened, no one knew.

It was funny how Alden decided to tell me that story the day after my birthday ball. The day after everything had gone to hell with Sebastian, the one who now slept beside me against all odds in the world. It had been Alden's way of making me feel better about what happened.

I never got tired of his stories, and I wish I could hear more of them. But I'd long accepted what's past is past.

Still, I'd be lying if I said past traumatic events had been easy to forget. The memories often left me sleepless after midnight, so I turned the moments into something useful on the pages. I was just glad Sebastian was such a heavy sleeper that the bit of orange light I'd put on hadn't awoken him.