Killian
Elena took the chair across from Alice, as if trying to put as much space between us as she could. Her face was flushed from being outside, and it had been hours since Alice said she had left. It was like looking at the real Elena, the one free from social constraints and anxieties.
She didn’t look surprised or unhappy to see me, and it almost seemed that my presence brought her to some secret resolution or decision. But I could only read so much from her serene face, the ease and grace in her limbs as they reseted on the arms of the chairs. The dirt in her nails was a stark contrast to the white of her skin.
She was at peace with herself, in her body and soul, and that sense of oneness radiated out of her. It was like magic, her aura, and I wanted to bottle it up and keep it w
