♱ Chapter • 140 ♱

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱

Those fabrics that were soft as silk were spread across the huge bed, a huge bed that was only being occupied by me...by me and no one else.

"Excuse me..." Cali walked in slowly, I would even dare to say cautious because of her steps "need something, miss? Food? Water? More covered?" It was practically glued to the door, a door that was carmine throughout its length, but contained gilded carvings on the edges, carvings that resembled light waves.

"It won’t be necessary" I sighed "maybe...I just need company right now" I couldn’t help but admit, which made the purple-eyed approach.

"So, I hope my company is to your liking" he smiled, thus sitting in an armchair that was nearby "what do you want to talk about? Do you have a subject that is of interest to you?" tried to adjust your posture slightly, even if it was completely clumsy.

"Well..." I found myself thinking, I found myself thinking about starting to wonder if I really wanted to get into that merit, in that subject in question "have you liked someone, Cali?" those words came out, came out more directly than I wanted.

And as expected, that child blushed to the ears, and so shrank briefly.

"And...well..." left embargoed, embargoed as the tone of a teenager in love and clearly ashamed of it "yes, I...I’m liking someone, someone who treats me very well..." blushed further, blushed so much that his face could easily be compared to Asra’s fiery hair.

I missed those hairs.

I missed that smell...

Focus, Elaine! Focus!

"Treats you well, huh?" I couldn’t help but joke "I wonder how he treats you well, for you to have such an... explicit reaction..." I could see his body sinking into that armchair, and I could practically see what was going on in his head, the things she was remembering at that moment.

Those eyes twinkled, gleamed so vividly that it was almost impossible not to notice, it was almost impossible not to notice how she had fallen in that love or passion in which she was.

It was like seeing a dog that was thinking and waiting for its owner, one that seemed completely devoted and loyal to the one who gave him food, affection.

"Don’t talk like that!" He seemed to want to throw the pillow he hugged in my face "it’s just that...we had good times, and...he always tells me sweet and kind words..." sunk his face in that cute thing that was in his arms, sinking it as if it would scare away the shame in his heart.

"I see that you are lucky" I did not avoid sighing for a long time "apparently you keep constant contact, or at least something similar" a twinge, a twinge was felt in my chest.

Would it be envy? I couldn’t help but wonder, I couldn’t help but see that situation and that feeling that squeezed like I wanted that for myself.

No, I could not.

"Would you say so?" a broad smile was seen on that face, one with sharp fangs sample "maybe...I’ll really get lucky" a sweet, sweet tone like honey freshly taken from the hive.

A hive, one that had practically no worker bees to defend it, one that did not bring any difficulty to that child...

One who only willingly granted her honey.

The sweet part of you...

Stop thinking too much...

"It’s good that you recognize this, I’m happy," one part of me said sincerely, and the other...the other one kept asking, questioning "what is it like?" I leaned on my hands, those hands that were restless before.

"Ah..." her gaze was to the opposite of mine "how could I say? He has that air of mystery, one that gets to be...charming" bit his lip hard, as if trying to contain himself.

Kind of charming, huh?

"Hummmm" I muttered, looking at those eyes that looked like a cut amethyst, fixating on the world itself, on the fantasies themselves.

I was already somewhere else, somewhere that wasn’t that room.

And as much as the company of Cali was pleasant, as much as this was something fun at times...it was not what I wanted.

It was not the woman with crimson hair, the one who had eyes of grenades so vivid that sometimes seemed to be flaming, it was not the one who had that sweet and melodious voice when talking to me, to fit that hand so pale on my face.

But I should remember, I should have known that she was busy, that she had too much to do, too much to handle, she has...

So should I wait? Should I keep looking at this ceiling like a concubine waiting to be called? One that will eagerly await the return of his beloved? Who will be busy with empty companies and futile and meaningless things? How to shop or even sink your face in books?

But...I could also be selfish, right? I could go there, I could go see her, look for her...right? But what if she doesn’t want to? If I arrive and get sent away because of everything you have to solve? If you just tell me you don’t have more time for me? That you may never have...

No, stop being an idiot, she wouldn’t say that, would she?

My head was a whirlwind, I could not deny, much less not admit it after all these loose and completely confused daydreams flying over more and more my head, this stupid and blonde head.

So...if she wasn’t going to say that she was going to send me away permanently, and she wasn’t even going to bother, I could allow myself to go, right? The most I can get is one: "please come back later".

So that was the decision, yes...that was it.

"I’m leaving" I got up, so looking for something that I liked in that gigantic closet and somehow extravagant for my own taste "thank you for the company, Cali, but now I will need help" I made a gesture to get closer, to come and help me with the dress I had chosen.

That’s it, I was going to your meeting.

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