(From Leandro's Perspective)
I stood up from the pool and went to my study room so she could change. I was a bit relieved to see her getting back to her previous self, but there was something about her that was not quite right.
She had whispered to save her. She called out my name. It was like she was having a nightmare, just like the other night. But she did not for once mention it. It was like she was hiding something, something so dark and awful that she did not want to think about it, yet it always came back to her.
I had held her all this time so she could calm down. I did not want to see the broken Ella. I wanted the brave chaotic girl back just like the way she was supposed to be. The thought surprised me. The way I changed for the girl, how much I wanted to hear her talking endlessly, how much I wanted her made me think if I was doing the right thing.
