Elián;
The swing creaks beneath me like it's complaining about being awake at this hour, and honestly… same.
The night is soft, and beautiful. Good for thinking. I can't help but overthink, so if I'm going to do it… Why waste the ambience of such a pretty night?
I push off with my feet, letting myself drift back and forth. Slow. Lazily as I wait for my brain to feel open enough to hold a conversation.
I sigh for the umpteenth time as Alana returns to my mind.
My heart aches and squeezes and that feeling of helplessness returns. At first, I didn't see it, but now it's glaring so openly at me that it's sickening.
Alana is in trouble. I don't know what kind, but she's in trouble, and it has to do with that Aza girl.
She's always trembling, searching for Asa with her eyes, looking at me like she wants to tell me something, but can't…
