Fiona's POV
The fire crackled in the fireplace, gold light glimmering beautifully on the walls. Ellen flopped on the sofa. Her red hair spilt over the armrest. She held an apple in her hand, half-eaten.
Love is just... complicated, " she sighed, splaying one arm over her eyes. 'I'd rather do algebra than men. '
I snorted, and sat down on the rug, my legs folded beneath me. The worn book of assignments lay forgotten on my lap.
"You don't even like algebra."
"Exactly."
I smiled. This was good. This was what I needed—to have these easy conversations, to ignore the outside world. Here, behind these stone walls, with Ellen's voice filling the silence, everything was soft, everything was lighter.
“But love isn’t complicated, ” I said after a moment, running my finger along the spine of th
