Elián;
I keep replaying their expressions, their stiff shoulders, the hesitation in their voices… and every replay feels like another needle in my chest.
They know.
They now know I'm a Primordial.
And it wasn't like, I confessed it to them, I blurted it in my sleep, and only had to speak up because they pressed me.
I press a shaky hand to my stomach and take a deep breath. I don't know if it's the pregnancy or the guilt, but my heart feels too heavy for my body.
I need air.
I get out of bed and slip out of the room quietly while hoping none of the guards stationed at some of the corridors tries to follow me.
I'm not going far. I'm just going...out. Just away from the thick silence that's choking me.
Nagari is warm as always… infuriatingly warm… but unlike this morning, I don't care much about the heat now. My mind is too busy collapsing to notice.
