Selenophilia

Five

When Elise finally escaped the torturous conversation, she had finally let out a groan.

Talking to that crazy woman was draining.

It was really hard to push someone away, especially when you really have started to like them. But what was she supposed to do? Let Marielle talk on and on about it? Let her question Elise about her lack of reaction towards her brother's words? Let Marielle pull her down and feel pathetic?

Elise wasn't upset, okay? Kieran, or whoever that creepy weirdo was, was right. Elise also has nothing to get upset about because she was the one who's in their care. What right does she have? In that man's eyes, she was only an injured little child who'd been spouting rude words to his sister. Getting upset and yapping in anger wasn't worth it. It'll only be a waste of energy.

But that doesn't mean that she still doesn't feel bad about Marielle.

Even though Marielle was an ass before (not that she's still not an ass now), the young woman was the only one she could be comfortable with. She could talk to her whenever she wanted to without having to sound formal and tense.

Elise felt bad.

Of course she would feel bad. She said some things that were considered as bad.

"It's better not to get attached." Elise said to herself. "It's better if I were to leave early here."

"And where would be the fun in that?"

"Oh, well, it's not fun to talk to the crazy people here." Elise grumbled, crossing her arms.

"Oh, I'm also considered?"

Elise waved her hand dismissively. "I don't know. Maybe."

"You know, that kind of hurts."

"It hurts more when they talk like I'm the bad person here! They do whatever they want, say whatever they want and where does that leave me, huh? Where? Nothing! They're asshol——"

The little girl then froze when she realized that she was talking to someone.

Stupid idiot! You didn't even know that you were talking to another one? Why is this world against me today?

She looked up and saw a young man who looked like he's in his 20s. His blond hair was tied up in a messy bun, his eyes were familiarly red like the blood but softer, more gentler, than the rest. It's as if a friend's greeting you, his smile were genuine, glimmering under the morning light that cascaded down the windows of the large library. Somehow, this man eases Elise's tension, leaving a soft and gentle atmosphere around them.

The man giggled, his red eyes glinting with amusement.

Elise looked at the books he held to the formal attire he wore.

Huh.

"What supernatural being did I piss off to deserve this?" Elise mumbled in embarrassment.

The man snorted. "It's fine. Besides, I agree with what you just said. My siblings could be assholes sometimes."

Elise sighed in relief.

The man then placed the books on a nearby table. "I should be the one apologizing here. I've been snooping on your conversation with my sister."

The little girl found herself moving to the table where the books were placed. Her curiosity had won over her suspicion towards blondie.

"It's not as if my conversation with her is private." Elise rolled her eyes before grabbing a book and hummed thoughtfully at the title.

"It's still rude." The man said, sounding apologetic. "I'm sorry."