Elian;
"I didn't tell them… About me…. About me being a Primordial…" I confess, and she pauses.
Aunt Selthía doesn't speak. She just listens. And that somehow makes this easier.
"They only found out about it because I… said it in my sleep," I add as I press a hand to my chest, feeling the panic twist again.
"I didn't mean to hide it. I wasn't trying to deceive them. I just… I didn't know how to say it. I was scared they'd see me differently and I… I didn't… I don't want that." I add, and her thumb gently strokes my cheek.
"And now?" She asks, and I feel my lip wobble.
God, I hate how easy it has become for me to turn emotional.
"Now I think I've ruined everything." The words tremble out of me, and Aunt Selthía remains rigid. Just staring at me.
"I keep wondering if they're already treating me differently. If they're afraid. If they think I'm… dangerous. Or strange. Or…"I close my eyes, and a lone tear escapes.
