Elara’s POV
The forest was quiet except for the sound of leaves crunching beneath my boots.
I kicked at them absently, watching the dry, curled edges scatter ahead of me like tiny boats on a river of dirt.
The sun filtered through the trees, golden and soft, but it did nothing to ease the tension clinging to the air.
We weren't talking to each other.
We were alone and the fact he kissed me, letting my emotions flow and leaving me alone for tradition sake still got me mad at him.
He walked beside me, stiff and silent. He had been like this ever since we left the village. He didn’t look at me, didn’t acknowledge my presence. We just marched forward like a man on a mission, like I wasn’t right there next to him.
I sighed loudly, kicking another pile of leaves, this time, a little hard
