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I walked down a set of stairs hazily, unsure of where I was trying to go.
I woke about five minutes ago, and I saw that it was evening so I knew I could come out of the room.
It had been more than an hour.
I didn't really know where Elias went, so I kept going forward until I met the end of the staircase.
I glanced left and right, wondering if I should've called his name or not.
But then I saw a small hanger on the wall, and two masks dangled from it.
I dashed over to the wall, stopping immediately and picking up the first mask.
The masquerade one.
I stared down at it, tipping it forward and watching the golden glitter sparkle under the window from upstairs.
I then ran my finger on the feather, feeling the soft texture and nearly drowning in it.
He wore these all the time. Where was he? What did he look like? I needed to know.
I hung the mask back up, about to turn to look for him.
But my vision suddenly went dark.
A sudden panic consumed me, but it settled when I felt fabric being tied behind my head.
A blindfold?
"Elias?" I said.
"Shhh..." he whispered, adjusting my hair over my back. "Follow me."
He then caught my hand and guided me forward, making me put my other hand out to make sure I wouldn't fall.
But he just lowered it, making my breath shake.
"I won't let you fall," he promised.
And we continued forward.
At the sound of a door opening, I knew we exited the house when my bare feet met a woodened porch.
Elias just lifted me by my hips and helped me down from the stairs, setting me on soft dirt.
I wiggled my toes a little, smiling at how good the ground felt.
I'd never been here... it was nice.
And I could hear the sounds—amplified now that my sight was compromised—and I could barely feel us start walking.
I could hear the birds chirping...
Elias breathing.
The wind howling...
Elias breathing.
Why could I only focus on that? It was just so... calmed and controlled it was... alluring.
I kept following him as per his desire, and we'd been walking for what felt like forever.
Until something filled my ears, a crashing sound, and I nearly recognized the sound before water misted on my face.
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Fated to Elias (Elias: 1) (FINISHED)
RomanceSHE IS MY OBSESSION. This isn't a normal love story, Sweetheart. The girl's no spitfire, the man's no saint. We are both villains. She is my obsession; I am hers. I know my princess hates that prince, I know she will flee that castle. I know she wil...
