Elián;
My emotions tangle inside me as I stare at her. She's been quiet for minutes, and it hasn't been weird. However… The urge to say something… to speak to her, to.. To get to understand what's going on… That has been eating at me for a while now, and I don't think I can hold back anymore.
I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, legs folded awkwardly, as I watch Alana, who's kneeling by the open chest at my feet.
She's sorting my clothes with meticulous care, folding each piece like they would get offended if they have the slightest crease. She hums under her breath while she works, some gently melodious tune I don't recognise, and every now and then she pauses to sniff one of my shirts before wrinkling her nose.
"This one smells like Alpha Zephan," she breaks the silence, and I snort.
"That's because he was all over me the last time I wore it," I reply, and she laughs softly and tosses it aside.
"Figures." She whispers, and as my smile fades, I let myself just… look at her.
