~ACCALIA~
"What's your name?" I ask the lady as we pass by countless rooms.
"Purple" In a guiltless frightened tone, she replies. By her looks, I think she may be eighteen.
She looks so innocent and fragile, moving something in me.
Her purple hair ceases at her shoulders. I haven't yet seen her eyes since she has them fixed on the ground.
"How old are you?" The inquisitive me finally ask.
"I'm nineteen, Luna"
I'm seven years older than her.
I don't know why but I can feel this connection between us. Just can't find the words to explain it.
Something in me wants to know and protect her more.
We ascend the spiral staircase to the third floor in silence.
This floor seems to be very quiet. A glass elevator stands in the middle.
I bite my tongue so hard not to say anything stupid
