Vincent's P.O.V
As I entered my room, the subtle scent of lavender filled the air, a comforting fragrance that usually enveloped the space but something felt different today. My eyes were drawn to the balcony where the soft glow of the evening sun cast a warm hue on the scene. There she was, Elena, sitting on the edge, her silhouette against the fading daylight. Her shoulders were slumped, and the lines on her face told a story of turmoil.
I couldn't help but recall the rollercoaster of emotions I sensed from her throughout the day - joy, fear, doubt, anger, and an overwhelming sense of fear again. It was like navigating through a maze of feelings, and it left me deeply concerned. Perhaps it was the events from yesterday that lingered in the air, or maybe something else entirely. I needed to make sure she was alright.
