As I get back to my house with my hands trembling, Elena is already awake. She's sitting on my trunk, her arms crossed on her chest. I know what she's going to say, but I'm not in the mood to hear that. »Yes, you've told me so. Please don't throw it in my face, I can't deal with this anymore,« I mutter under my breath, trying hard not to let myself cry.
Her face softens immediately as she sighs heavily. She stands up and comes closer. »I didn't mean to say that. I meant to scold you about leaving the house alone, you do still remember, that you've been attacked by a certain someone, don't you?« she asks, shaking her head at me. I don't say anything. I couldn't care less about anyone hurting me. It could never compare to the pain, that I'm feeling in my heart.
»I saw Eros,« I say so
