Elle closed the gray journal and took a deep breath. She had just followed Brigitta's suggestion to write down what had happened to her in a notebook. Oh, Elle needed to fix it. She wrote the strange things that happened to her into her gray journal. And honestly, she was reluctant to do so because the oddity of this time involved Lucas. Not directly, but the conditions that occurred before it appeared.
"Eleua. I like your name."
The voice that appeared in her mind was familiar. On the one hand, she felt bewildered by its presence. But there was a longing that she felt too. And for the latest one, she also felt a resemblance to the way Lucas said it. Maybe it was because she had just heard a similar line from him, so it became familiar to her.
