Elena
I stood there looking at her while she looked at me. I saw her descending the stairs and her eyes never leaving mine.
I saw the same emotions flash through her eyes as me with guilt.
" Elena," she breathed out softly.
" Yes, I am," I said as anger built in me. She walked towards me in slow and steady strides.
" How did you -" she trailed off.
" Both of the girls helped me," I answered her question. I don't know if I am being overly dramatic but I value my friends because I haven't got any chances to make any in the past. I am mad at her because I thought she would tell me at least before leaving that damn short letter.
" Who are you?" I asked the first question that came to my mind after I witnessed where she lives. Another thing that swirled in my mind was that when I searche
