Everyone leaves eventually.
They won't.
What if they do?
I won't let that happen.
What if they do?
I'll chase after them.
What if they want to you leave you?
They don't.
What if they want to leave you?
I don't want them to leave me.
What if they want to?
I don't want them to leave me.
What if they want to?
I won't leave them.
What if they want to?
I won't...
***
Elisa had done her best to -not- focus on her sense of hearing.
She was both curious and worried of course, but chose not to check. Not even using the Wind.
She fiddled with her hair as she waited.
Tsk-
Elisa wanted to touch him more. To kiss him more.
And she wanted him to touch her.
But soon, he would come back covered by blood.
Would she be able to...?
In the first place, would he try to kiss her when covered by blood?
Elisa wasn't sure.
