Elias
When I enter my room I already know that Lyn is asleep. Her emotions are strong and I can already sense them in the hallway. Fear, hatred and worry flood me and threaten to take my breath away. Again and again I have to tell myself that these are not my own feelings, but hers.
I try to ignore it as best I can. But I know it will be a long night. The next morning I still feel exhausted. Nevertheless, I pull myself up, wash and dress. Only then do I open her cage and allow her to use the bathroom as well.
As she steps out of the bathroom I notice her eyes on me. Never before has she looked at me when she knew I would notice. But now she stares openly at me. Her gaze clearly says what she thinks of me. I wouldn't have thought she had that much courage or recklessness. Now I fee
