I love you much, most beautiful darling, more than anyone on the earth, and I like you better than everything in the sky.
~E.E. Cummings~
Bruno
It was becoming relatively easy for me to read Ele's moods. I knew when she was sad because her eyes got this helpless look that had me wanting to hunt down Freddie to wherever hole he was hold up in—when she was happy, her eyes glinted with mischief, her laughter became infectious. When she was angry, she was quiet and tended to be accusatory, afraid, and argumentative, but this depended on what exactly she was mad at.
Like she had been a few minutes ago, afraid and accusatory. I knew it was going to take time for her to trust me entirely, to undo all the damage Freddie had done, and this I understood required making time for her, letting her
