[First Person POV: Emily]
He is strange.
That's all that comes to my mind when I think about the boy named Eden Morton.
A boy—No, calling him a boy doesn't feel right. The aura he has around him, the way he talks, and the way he behaves around me... He behaves like a... Father?
I don't understand why, but I feel like he behaves like that with me. Like he is looking out for me. Even though I haven't known him for a long while, he feels too familiar to me. Familiar like someone from my childhood.
"Emily?" Aeloria's voice brought me out of my own thoughts.
"Yes?" I asked, looking at her as I shifted my torso on the chair for a better view.
"Aren't you staring at him too much?" She asked, glancing at Eden.
I followed her gaze, looking at my bed where Eden was sleeping with his eyes closed... like a sleeping beauty waiting for a prince to wake him up.
Wait... Not a prince.
