Charlotte Allison watched as he lowered his eyes bit by bit, like a large dog abandoned. Her heart felt as though gripped by a large hand, an uncomfortable suffocating feeling followed.
"Charlotte Allison, only now do I realize that I never truly understood you."
It should be said that ever since he knew she had survived the hands of the hunter, he vaguely felt as if he had never entered her world.
Clearly, they were so close, so intimate.
Charlotte's personality was calm and detached, and her experiences enabled her to remain rational no matter what she faced. She wrapped herself in a thick armor, impervious and invulnerable, even keeping him outside her cold armor. The occasional softness she showed him was always fleeting.
