[P] she's a little explosion of hope

[Elena]

It's always a matter, isn't it, of waiting for the world to come unraveled? When things hold together, it's always only temporary

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he told Elliana the story of the princess and the frog. How the frog turned into a prince. She finished the story, expecting Elli to be in awe or even excited, but she sat instead with a puzzled look upon her face. “How does she know she loves the prince?” Elena explained that the frog turned into a prince and so she loved him. “But what if she doesn't love him as a prince?” Elena was puzzled. “What if she loved the frog instead?”

Because a girl should love a prince or a princess, Elena had wanted to say.
But it would be a lie, because she had fallen in love with not a frog, but a shadow.

The blonde is hardly aware of the other woman’s thoughts, but is taken aback by her words. “Why not?” she asks, studying the sun-drenched horizon as she speaks. One word was not enough for Elena, not when she was such a golden social butterfly. She is so stubborn in the company of others, even in something so simple as a chance encounter. She would not allow anyone else to push her away, would force herself to settle against them. Even if the only thing they wanted was for her to turn cheek. “Maybe you should shut your eyes then,” she says, and there is no bitterness in her voice. She once hated sunrises and sunsets if only because she could not see them.

“What would you like to see instead?” She asks the woman. “Tell me your name.” There is a finality in the statement, but it is soft (as soft as lambs, because Elena is no lion). “I am Elena,” she says, a white flag. She has met too many strangers, seen too many faces, but she has such little to show for it in the names she holds so close to her heart.

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