“If not, why must frown, Eleanor? ”
His question confuses me as the laughter of the maidens began to uprise, causing the audible intensity in my ear. My brother’s eyes were shut close earlier when I averted my eyes unto him, how come he had noticed me frowning?
“I am barely frowning, I am just famished,” I utter in a manner of underlying hesitant tone.
He let out a small yet cold chuckle which causes shivers down my spine. His dull eyes bore into mine and unlike Luke’s, there is something odd and certain profound thoughts lingering on his eyes. If only he could let me enter the realm of his two dead pools, then perhaps I may unveil his entire mysteries. However, I am below interested in entirely curious about his emotions and his thoughts. Who am I to interfere in his life? And who is
