Goodbye

The week was dreadfully slow. Each day was torture for Eliana. She tried to manifest each moment with her loved ones, but simultaneously, she anticipated with horror the loneliness she would feel afterward. There was no way around it, and as the truthful heir to Paxos, she was obligated to rescue the Paxon people from their misery and protect Agora. 

Tonight, she would meet Lord Rahn by the Art District at two in the morning when everyone was deep asleep. Two letters hidden underneath her mattress were waiting to be laid out before she left. One for Georgina and the other for Damien. She had pretended to be ill today, which would give her a decent reason for Damien not to visit her at night. How she wished she could stay in their love bubble here in Agora.