"Lena. . Lena ", little Harrison called his friend, who was lost in her own world of thoughts without a care for her surroundings.
"Lena ", Harrison called again, this time but successfully catching his friend's attention.
Still absent-minded, Elena looked at the painting Harrison drew and smiled. It was a painting of a mountain and a tree along with two sticks like humans who were supposed to be little Harry and his baby sister Rhea. Nonetheless, after getting praised, Harrison went back to his painting while Elena continued thinking about what had happened in the other day.
As Logan's finger pressed against hers while holding the chords properly and the way his right hand firmly taught her how to strum that particular chord, she felt something awakening inside her. The proximity of th
