C137 BLEED FOR ME

Bleed for me

Gracie's pov

I went to the drawing room and ran my hands on the pianos.

“I need some air.” I clutched my chest as I walked to the window. The air was slightly chilly and the wind swirled and whooshed in the air.

I extended my hand through the window. I fisted my hand as though I had caught just an amount of wind to help me fly out of this place