When I saw Anais pair of hands and thought they weren't mine, I remembered the ones that belonged to me. There wasn't a lot of difference. Then a stray thought hit me; what's the point of trying to look like Anais? I didn't like her style. What if I change my whole appearance, looking like me? It would be good. I would be myself. At least, for a little bit.
I took in the ambience that installed between us and wiped my tears. "You don't have to be strong for a long time, you know. You can cry. I promise I won't tell anyone about it."
So much was said through his expressions alone; it had only been a matter of weeks since we knew of each other. Memories of me cursing him resurfaced in my mind, uneasiness, unsafety, the memory of being watched by the moon goddess while she didn't want to do anything to help me. She had the power and I know Elodie didn't want to tell me the truth. She was hiding something.