Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Ella:

I gathered my belongings, glad for something to keep my mind and hands occupied. We would move on, as planned.

"Can I help?"

I didn't look up; I'd recognize the voice anywhere. "You have your own things to pack," I muttered.

"I finished." Without waiting for an acceptance, Legolas began collecting my scattered items.

I hadn't explained my tears to him...he hadn't asked me to. But he had to be curious. I felt foolish now. Why hadn't I pulled away? Stop it, Ella. What's done is done. It cannot be changed. You've just got to move forward. Yes. Move forward. Literally, we would be. Figuratively, I needed to. If only I could convince my heart to, as well.

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