Shadow Under the Starlight

7. FOMO

Thinking it through once if not twice more, Amelia came up with a conclusion. She would rather act on it than spend minutes weighing the cons and pros, that would eat away time and it would be such a waste.

That being finalized with no further discussion. She would not listen to the creeping anxiety luxuriously sat at the back of her head enjoying the s**t show battle, in her.

Amelia slowly began to lower her head to rest on Elis lap’s, she had to cover her face with the book she had been stuck on before Elis barged into the library searching every place — high and low for her.

Letting out a soft chuckle. Elis rested her hand on Amelia’s arm, from time to time caressing her bare skin.

Amelia had not flipped over a single page since she embarked on this self destructive mission, her mind was rather stuck on Elis — she was a mess, a blushing mess.

“Shouldn’t you be out adventuring.” Amelia spoke with masked composure as best as she could, despite the wither in her voice.

She wanted to dig a hole and hide already, the f*****g embarrassment she felt.

Elis tsked. “Am I not on an adventure right now.” she asked as her drew circles on Amelia’s skin, slowly and sensational, taking every ounce of resilience the girl had. Just like wildfire her touch spread through out her whole body and she couldn’t stop the effects.

Elis smirked once she noticed Amelia’s book laid on the ground unattended. Stretching out her other hand, she reached forward and took it in hand. “Don’t you like my voice?” she asked flipping through the book, trying to find a page she would enjoy reading.

“Shall I read to you, dear friend?” came Elis’ question again staring down at Amelia, her hand holding onto the chapter she found amusing, not wishing to loose it.

“Who am I to stop Elis Wales.”

“Madam Amelia Bennett, it is my pleasure to be of service.” Elis cleared her throat, reaching out to Amelia’s hand — she held the girls hand, for two reasons. “My skin slowly burnt from the inside out, every part of my body—”

“Elis no!”

Pulling the girl back down, Elis held the book high and away from Amelia’s persistence.

“Why Amelia.” she laughed trying her best to retain her where she was. “Am I reading it wrong? Should it be more sensual?” Elis laughed louder as the Amelia glared, she was furious.

“You are reading that part, is the problem!” Amelia groaning, trying to grab the book with her free hand — the one Elis wasn’t holding onto.

“It’s what you read.” she shot back amused, wiggling her eyebrows in the process. Truth be told she was having a blast in this moment.

“In my head!” Amelia hissed. Resorting to violence had been Amelia’s last option, as she punch Elis in the side. “Give me the book!”

“I am not done.” Elis persisted to laugh as Amelia punched her, it felt more like being tickled — that was like she would have rather imagined, quite delusional.

“I will do anything for you to not, read another line.” Amelia paused, she already regretted it even before she mumbled the words. “I’ll even allow you to take me on one adventure now.”

That said, Amelia found herself standing beside Elis who wore a wide grin. Her book was still in her gasp and so was her hand — she was not complaining as long as she read no further.

“No take backs darling.” had been Elis’ words right before Amelia found her free hand holding on to her gown, as she ran beside Elis down the halls to the stables.

§

Layla abruptly sat up, the bedcovers slipping off her upper body along with her will to sleep. Looking around the room her vision was a bit disoriented — blurry and the dim room did not help.

The longer she stared ahead into the nothingness of the room, the better her vision got but the cloudier her mind got.

“Elis!” the name slipped off her tongue abruptly, it had been like it set blaze to the fuel. As no soon after she whispered that name, she turned to the side patting the empty side of the bed — of her bed.

Realization soon hit her as her hands stopped their needy search for something, someone — but whoever could that be, the sheets were untouched and cold. No one had been beside her as she slept.

She did not know when she slept either nor the time she got here, she couldn’t remember the whole day.

Swiftly Layla brought her knees to her chest, hugging her legs — she sat in silence, it felt heavy in her chest like it weighed a ton, she hated the feeling.

Layla held her hands up before her taking note of her lightly bandaged hand. Clenching it into a fist and unclenching she hissed — it hurt badly, what the f**k did she hit. She couldn’t remember that either. Her mind felt like someone took an eraser and erased a whole day from her memory.

Groaning, she wrapped her hands around her legs once again, hugging them ever so tightly.

“Am I going insane?” she questioned her voice merely audible, her eyes were closed shut repeatedly rocking her body back and forth. Even in her state of a breakdown she could not help but think of the name ‘Elis’ or the dream — that part did not feel like a dream at all.