Melody
The candlelight flickered softly in my chamber, throwing dancing shadows against the tall windows as I sat at my writing desk, a quill in hand but no ink spilled upon the page.
The letter I had begun hours ago remained blank. Not a single word would come.
My thoughts refused to still.
They paced like caged wolves behind my eyes, relentless, and restlessly.
Elena.
Her name echoed in my head more times than I could count. Her image haunted me like a memory I had hoped to forget but could never truly bury.
The moment I saw her step out of Zoraya’s room again, it was as if every warning bell in my soul had begun to scream.
There was something twisted, something broken, lurking behind those silver eyes that looked so similar to Estrella’s…. it made my blood run cold.
Estrell
