"Should be like this…" Elara mumbled, circling a writing on her book.
With a sigh, she stretched her body before she stood up from her chair, and closing her book, she went to the kitchen.
A smile appeared on her face at the refreshing feeling that came from the can of chilled coke. But then it stiffened before distorting into a frown.
She fucked up.
This realization had her sighing once more in an attempt to suppress the inner roar that came from within. She let a ghost screw her over. Elara was dead and gone yet she…
Why did she let her possess her again?
"It's all because of Terrence…," she rubbed her forehead in exhaustion. If he hadn't suddenly decided to pursue a prospective romance with her then… Everything would be easier. Was it so hard to remain friends?
Even worse, she couldn't reject him.
