14. Thief

Elysia’s POV:

I couldn’t tell how long I stayed crying on the floor but eventually I picked up myself and moved into the bathroom to wash my face. I felt unbelievably lonely and I longed for some sort of company. I didn’t care who it belonged to.as long as there was just another presence with me that didn’t feel the need to mock or enslave me. I splashed some cold water on my face, flinching when I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I looked like a different person. My eyes were bloodshot, my hair was dry and messy and I looked like I was hanging on for dear life.

There was not much I could do about looking like a ghost but I fixed my hair, combing it out until it fell over my shoulders in thick long waves. I changed my dress into something that made me feel a little prettier, before heading out of the room, satisfied with the way I looked. I had a long time to mourn my situation, but a part of me also knew that no matter how much I whined or cried about it, it wasn’t going to jus