Anne (the seer) stared at Allistair, whose focus was on his knitting. She watched as his hands moved swiftly with the plastic knitting needle gauge he insisted on using. Telling her he knits faster with a plastic needle. Him being totally oblivious to his surroundings. He looked peaceful, like a child who had nothing to worry about.
Only she knew he had so much hate eating him up, however, the only time he has ever looked peaceful throughout his stay with her was whenever he knits.
Heaving a soft sigh, Anne walked closer to Alistair sitting gently beside him, careful enough not to startle Allistair, who looks so immersed in his knitting..
She watched closely. The only sound in the room was the sound of their intake and release of Breath as she waited patiently for him to fi
