More than just a perfect melody from the piano, it reached his ears. He slowly opened his eyes and rubbed them, his sleepy gaze wandering aimlessly around the ceiling. He stretched out a bit and ran his hands over his face, trying to shake off the drowsiness. But like the first time, he didn't want to leave those soft sheets that made him feel even sleepier. He let out a sigh and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning his elbows on his thighs and holding his face with his hands.Yesterday was a day of so much truth that he couldn't believe he was still there - in that mansion surrounded by beings who were anything but normal. People he thought he knew turned out to be completely different, like Fox, who was following Rebekah.He knew he had to talk to them, but it was the last thing he wanted. And he definitely didn't want to see the smug look on her face when he apologized for everything he said to her weeks ago. He didn't want to give Melia that satisfaction."She didn't merit his apol
Here it is: Is the opportunity to live again possible? Is the possibility of another chance also possible? If so, one could understand the depth of Elijah's astonishment and shock at what his eyes saw.He stood up suddenly, surprising everyone - except the snowflakes - and took a deep breath as if air was what he needed most at that moment.He opened his eyes as his chest rose and fell rapidly. He looked around, taking in the neutral colors and the cold. Where the hell was he? he wondered. He scanned the entire place until he stopped at her.He felt a fear he could not control. There she was, he could remember. He could remember every detail, everything that happened and how it happened. How she made him feel calm until it turned the other way around.Pain, disturbance, terror. Just seeing her made him feel all that. He looked to his right and saw the boys he recognized."Elijah," she said his name. She decided on him, decided to use his name upon seeing him. "Elijah...what...? She...
"Melia," he murmured, and she looked up from her journal, closing it at the same time. Her brown eyes met his with apparent attention as Melia rested her forearms on the wooden table, interlocking her hands. "I wanted... to tell you..." he hesitated. The cause of his hesitation seemed to be the way Melia was looking at him. To be honest, it was just a normal look, but it made him nervous."And I'm just looking at you," she raised her left eyebrow and formed a smirk on the side of her lips.What did she mean by that? Elijah shifted uncomfortably. He just wanted to know what would happen to Helena from now on. She was currently in the great mansion of the woman who had taken her life and given it back.The process of getting her out of the morgue wasn't as difficult as they thought it would be. Melia kept Mr. Stuart more than entertained, and for some reason, every time she looked him in the eyes, he did what she asked or said."She manipulates through you," Rebekah explained to him, re
"Is something the matter, Elaya? You seem flustered," Fox asked as he arrived and sat down beside him on the wooden bench tied to a sturdy tree beside the mansion, using the nickname he had given him."She's going to drive me crazy," Elijah replied, and Fox looked at him, not understanding."Are you talking about Helena? She's pleasant.""It's not her.""Then... oh," Fox laughed briefly as he realized who Elijah was referring to. "Melia."Elijah nodded. "That woman sets me on fire," he replied, surprising Fox, who had never heard such words from Elijah, who was always bitter and reserved in their conversations. "Don't look at me like that.""How else am I supposed to look at you? You just said she sets you on fire, and the way I understand it...""I desire her," he interrupted, and Fox practically choked on the snacks he was eating.Fox stood up and began to pound his chest to stop coughing. Is this the same bitter, reserved Elijah he has known for all these years? Because, honestly,
The satisfied smile on her face for what she did with the snow disappeared as she approached Fox and Rebekah to the edge of a waterfall where several trees surrounded them. And on the other side of the waterfall, there was that woman.This can't be happening, she thought to herself. What is she doing here?"I don't know," replied Rebekah. "But I thought you wouldn't see her again."Helena had warned her that a woman was looking for her, but she didn't think it would be her. That woman with white skin, perfectly crafted features, clear yet dark eyes that reflected anything but benevolence. There she was, with her hands clasped at her waist, dressed in her black tuxedo that gave her both masculine and feminine airs, which Melia could tell was the best brand. Her blonde hair was slicked back and her chin was raised with an effect of fear and power."So it is and so it shall be... Skalliet."And as she would say herself: "The less you know about me, the better off you'll be."Melia and Sk
Night fell, and everyone was at the mansion except for Melia. Fox and Rebekah thought she had gone straight to the mansion to break something, but apparently not. Fox told Za what had happened, and she was both surprised and worried. She knew perfectly well who that woman was and what she was capable of, but she never thought she would see her again.They didn't give clear answers to Helena and the pelinieve about who that woman was, and Elijah asked about Melia, but Rebekah didn't know where she was.Now they were all in the kitchen, with Helena sitting next to Elijah on the couch, Fox next to Rebekah with their gazes fixed on nothing in particular. Za was standing at the stove, preparing food."I can't believe you had that idea," a male voice spoke through their thoughts. It was Fox.For everyone else, both Fox and Rebekah just stared into space. But what the others didn't know was that they were communicating through their thoughts.Za sighed as she tossed the vegetables in the pan
When the snowhair parents and siblings left, Fox came out after two minutes doing what Melia did, placing the same stone that she took under the stairs of the mansion. He went back inside and closed the door.Later, Melia started a discussion about what happened today. And more for the fact that Orleans' family was in the mansion. That was something that should not have happened and more the knowing, where Elijah was.At the end of the discussion, everyone focused on their own issues.Melia sat on the living room sofa taking the bottle that was on the coffee table, which was already lying empty. He made a slight pout because of that.Another weight was felt minutes later on the sofa, it was Helena." Since I've been here I've seen you drink that liquor." He spoke and Melia looked at him. "It's Bourbon, right?" He asked and Melia nodded with her eyes on the bottle." My father sells that alcohol.Melia looked at him."Really? " Helena noticed that her face apparently lit up because of w
This was a great and pathetic stupidity, reaching the level of believing something real.His brow furrowed and he groaned in pain as he brought his hand to his right eye. He turned over in bed to face the front again. He opened his eyes, his breathing accelerated, and he made a grimace, propping himself up on his forearms on the bed."What the hell happened to me?" he wondered when he saw his reflection on his cellphone screen.His eye was swollen and bruised, every touch causing even more pain. His gaze shifted to the back of the room."Good morning," he said with a cynical smile on his face. "How's your eye, Jahjah?"Judging by his tone, she must have been the cause of it."Did you hit me?""Me? Not at all," she replied with a hypocritical touch. "I just gave you what you deserved for throwing away my beers.""And you're still on about that, huh?" He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand on his eye. "It's over, get over it.""Those beers were from France, the last ones of that brand.