Chapter • 67

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱

When Asra left my room, I thought I would not see her again and how it happened after dinner when I awoke in her palace - I went back to being nothing more than a spectator, but then... she came to me with a tray full of fruit the next morning and when I tried to speak, my mouth opened again.

'It’s her...' I thought.

'When Asra is around... my body answers me,' he concludes and just as my theory said, I began to test and every moment seemed more and more real.

She was beside me and then it was as if the strings of the puppet were finally cut.

Why?

Was it because she was changing things? Was it because Asra was different from others?

My chest tightened as I snuck out of bed to get close to the redhead.

"Why do you look at me like that?" she asked when I kept staring at her.

"So-Sorry is a great..."

"No need to apologize" she muttered "but you were looking at me as if..." she stopped and then cleared her throat "forget it, just... eat."

I held her hand