The Raven
It had only been a few days since the dinner that had turned Elora’s world on its axis. The first day, she spent time trying to keep the evening’s events out of her mind, as if it were some betrayal to herself. The second day, she let the memories dance freely in her mind and could barely keep the butterflies out of her chest. The guilt was gone, replaced by hope. By this morning, the fluttering had faded into a sad longing.
'Games it is' repeated in Elora’s mind as she would ask herself what had made them bored so quickly. She questioned if the “good time” she remembered was all one-sided. Stupid! They are so old! They don’t want to have to chase a girl for affection!
Elora surprised herself by having these feelings. After all, isn’t this what she wanted?
No? No!
Just beca
