Thomas hurried to catch up with Eliza as she left the mess hall. He wanted to talk to her but was unsure how to begin.
What will you say to her? Night chimed in, picking up on his turmoil as always.
I’ve got to thank her for breaking the curse, Thomas thought, his mind racing. And say sorry for what I did, said, and what I left unsaid. Thomas sighed.
And then what? Night probed, his tone tinged with curiosity and concern.
I don’t know. Thomas clenched his fists, his shoulders sagging as he admitted, I don’t understand.
Night’s presence enveloped him, a comforting melody against his loneliness. Go slow. Trust yourself. The right words will come.
Thomas quickened his pace, his hands trembling slightly, his breathing shallow, he approached Eliza. Tapping her shoulder gently, her surpris
