Elián;
He's gone.
I shouldn't still be thinking about it, but I can't help it. I can't help but think about how things are going to be now that he's not here.
The training grounds are certainly going to be less active… And I'm not going to have someone around to ruffle my hair and pinch my cheeks at random intervals…Or someone to sneak into the room in the dead of night to caress my stomach, refluff my pillows, and ensure every window is wide open if I'm sweating too much.
He thinks I never noticed… but I always did. Even if Zephan may never have,
To be honest, every night, I wait for him. I wait for him to sneak in to check on me when he thinks I'm asleep.
Only after each visit do I drift into sleep properly. And now—
My heart can't stop aching over the fact that he actually left.
He's a prince. His royal responsibilities come first. He was summoned to the capital and had to go. Nothing about it is strange, and yet… Why can't I just let it go!?
