"Have you ever thought about love?"
"No..."
"Er, yes, I am thinking about how much I fell in love with you, friend! Mind error!" She thought messily.
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A love that was betwixt two girls. Girls.
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Ely BROWN had a whole mansion to herself. With co...
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Losing Composure and Shoe Prints
The clacks of the black, hard shoes were the sole noise in the corridors while the girl with wavy light brown hair that cascaded against her back and the girl with dark brown coils.
Their silence was ended at the kitchen of the mansion.
Mrs. Macready was at the kitchen table.
"Ely. And Susan." The maid huffed after finishing cleaning the table.
"I'm going to make tea, Susan. You sit down." The girl said as she glided to the cabinets of the kitchen. Mrs. Macready glanced over to her.
The kettle clanked to the stove within it, it held cold water.
Susan sat at the table staring around the kitchen watching it all. Ely watched it as it seethed quietly.
The maid whispered to Ely, "Where's that younger girl?" The young girl became glacial of the words of the Mrs. Macready. Knowing very well of the answer, but not wanting to face the answer of truth, Ely lied.
"In their bedroom." Ely replied with a staring eyes at the kettle. Ely began to trail off the world thinking about the other girl.
The old maid hummed. Fore Mrs. Macready left she once again whispered, "Eat something too. You need to gain some weight." The old woman walked off to finish the rest of her jobs of the house.
The girl front of the stove sharply inhaled as she grabbed the sugar.
The kettle nearly dropped when Ely planted the things onto the table with Susan.
"Here." Ely swallowed her thick saliva building up in her throat. "Thank you." Susan smiled. Ely nodded back as her sick feeling in her stomach became more evident to her consciousness.
"So," began Susan. She put her fingertips on the kettle handle. "have you ever finished writing any books?"
Ely swallowed air that felt hot to Ely.
"I can't drink any tea, Susan. I have to go lay down." Abruptly, Ely stood linear up. Susan's eyes flew up to her with, to Ely, an unreadable look.
The girl stalked off while she let Susan behind her as she left to another room of the house.
"I'll see you later." Ely mumbled.
The corridors were hollow of anything even if millions of objects from a professor. Paintings and busts watched Ely every move she made. The darkening outside things stared. All did not faze Ely as she knew what she was going to do.
