Binding Charm

Somehow, Evangeline could not get to sleep. She lay unmoving on her back, staring up at the ceiling. There was a crack across the plaster of it that looked likes a razor. Her mind was trembled with fear, thinking of her dream. The thoughts of Luan disappeared out of her sight felt like she was drowning deep under the sea, and tying to the unsorted heaviness of the pitch black.

It did not help that she could not see Luan for a week. Not even when they had breakfast nor dinner. He was always out of sight. She had wanted so badly to see him today, but he was nowhere to be found. Panic had twisted her stomach. Was he felt sickened of her? Maybe he did.

She was about to bury her face in the pillow, when she heard the noise. A soft rapping at the door. She froze. It came again. Insistently, she thought it was Luan. Her hands were shaking and she leaped from her bed, ran to the door and threw it open.