IRINA.
I blink, the image of Soren walking away from us fading away from my line of sight.
He seemed to be in immense emotional pain but I couldn’t read his thoughts, hence I’m still a little confused.
‘I don’t understand,’ I inform him, rising from my bed.
Some part of me still fears that he might come walking into my room so I leave the room instead, floating through the spiral staircase until I’m in the down floor.
I go outside despite the rain, heading for the tree line.
Nature happens to calm me a lot and I think it has a lot to do with my gift.
‘Why did you leave the house? It’s pouring outside,’ Azrael’s voice wanders into my head like a soft caress.
But I don’t answer him. I’m still trying to understand what I saw, understand why Soren looked so- depressed.
I press the
