You know how I feel about you, don't you?
Elijah sat on the chair before the study desk.
“…”
Elijah stared at the blank page in his journal. He felt awful after that fight with Alice and her parents. He hoped writing in the journal would help, but he didn’t know what to write. What could he write?
He looked to his left from the corner of the room when he heard the door open.
Alice stood in the dark outside the room. He couldn’t see her clearly but recognized her silhouette.
The small desk lamp illuminated the room.
She walked into the room, and the light revealed her pink nightgown. For some reason, she looked like an Alice in the Wonderland. An Eastern version. She had read the book with him during their time here.
Elijah always thought she was beautiful, and the wheelchair detracted nothing from her beauty. But now that she was standing and walking her charm became more pronounced.
“Alice?”