(Damon)
The sun was setting behind the estate. It casted an gold glow over the rose garden. I stood in front of the upper window watching her.
Elara.
She was sitting on the grass with Camila, laughing over something she had seen on her phone. Her head moved back as she laughed, exposing the soft line of her throat, her blonde hair shone in the setting sun. I didn't hear the sound of her laughter, I didn't need to. I knew exactly how her laughter sounded. I had recorded it once and now, I listened to it every night as it was the only way I could get myself to sleep at night. I knew every type of laugh she had…..the polite kind, the sarcastic one, the rare unguarded one which she often did around her friend. It was the exact one that put me to bed at night.
It was the one that slipped ou
