There were voices. Elle couldn't hear them as if she had been pushed deep inside a water body, everything seems so muddled. She tried opening her eyes that felt wet from tears but why was she crying? She found a paller face looking back at her, his red eyes seemed to be burning from a certain anger but why was her heart broken even more seeing such a painful expression?
"Poor child," suddenly Elle heard someone talking to her. She snapped her eyes backward and find her whole body envelope in field of white with her body feeling even lighter than before. She tried looking for the source of voice that had spoke to her only to see nothing.
"Who are you?" Elle asked and heard the childish chuckle from the woman's voice.
"Hm," the woman sang, "Someone who loves you."
Elle narrowed her eyes, "I don't have many people who love me. I don't recognize you to be one of them," she replied, feeling the voice was much too mischievous for her to trust them.
