Zephan;
The scent of herbs floats in the room, and it's not from the vines and flowersI have growing on the walls. With how indifferent Aunt Selthía is towards us, I thought all the herbs and flowers in my room would be dead by now, but they're healthy, green, properly kept.
She's had my room maintained even in my absence.
I stare at the vines hanging from the ceiling and some of the flowers blossoming on the walls, and take a deep breath.
I'm staring about my room like I didn't grow up here because watching the physician attend to Elián is making me anxious.
I stand beside Aunt Selthía while trying my best to keep my hands from shaking as the physician finishes her examination of Elían.
He looks… calm. Too calm. As if someone carved him from silence.
I just want to be told that he's okay. I miss his beautiful smile. His innocent eyes.
Light! The boy doesn't deserve this. He lost consciousness while healing me. He's too bright and pure for all this hurt and chaos.
