Elara Meadowlight
He was walking down the school hallway, passing our corner group, the group everyone had learned to avoid. Someone, I'm not sure who it was, was talking about the race I was hosting over the weekend. I wasn't really listening. My eyes and mind were very focused on the girl who took a book Rana from the top shelf of her closet. Rana looked like one today. The cold weather gave him an excuse to start wearing sweaters, and no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, the radiant joy of the cold seeping into his bones was contagious. "Sylas, man." My name snapped me out of my daze. Logan was grinning lopsidedly at me. "You're drooling," he said, pointing at my chin. "It's right there, you know?" I didn't frown, I didn't grimace, or even threaten him like I always did. Instead I just nodded and moved his hand away from my face. "Silence." Almost everyone knew about my growing passion for Rana, except for him. Sometimes I wondered how a girl could be so oblivious, especially that one
About Elara Meadowlight
He was walking down the school hallway, passing our corner group, the group everyone had learned to avoid. Someone, I'm not sure who it was, was talking about the race I was hosting over the weekend. I wasn't really listening. My eyes and mind were very focused on the girl who took a book Rana from the top shelf of her closet. Rana looked like ...Read more