Calista
I feel a tug inside as she sends me that advice, urging me to unravel the knots within me.
"You probably have something on your mind," I murmured, my voice low over the crackling of the fireplace. I dared to meet her eyes, a stormy blue- she reminds me of Zane.
"You're going to move," she stated, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. It wasn't a suggestion anymore; it felt like an edict, an undeniable directive that demanded my compliance.
I'm rooted in place, my mind a blank slate. As I survey my surroundings, a flood of thoughts swirls within, pondering every possibility I might overlook.
"Damn," she muttered, rolling her eyes. "You can't afford distractions right now; dwelling on what's been missed won't change a thing." she sighs like she's worn out.
She retrieved the painting of Cedric and me, placing it back on the shelf decisively before straightening up, her hand instinctively pressing against her chest.