the manor was gorgeous, elegant but ancient. adham took her outside for starters, the cold breeze hit their faces like a clump of knives. they walked through the seemingly endless fields, they sat down nearby the lake, the small fishes swimming in the cold pond. they soon began to get along, but not quite friends- or rather even acquaintances, adham had a hard shell.
"we should have a picnic here one day— of course, only if you're up for it and wanted to, you totally don't have-" said yelena, suddenly but was interrupted.
"hm, we'll see if you become less insufferable first." he replied, whilst lying down on the slightly damp grass, whilst smelling in the fumes of the fresh morning dew. yelena gave a simple nod, and smile, she knew he was playfully teasing. after their lovely afternoon, they head back for lunch and were greeted with lovely food, smelling beautifully ravishing.
the pair seemed to click together well, they spent some time together in adhams room, they played music, nirvana was their favourite, which weirdly they both shared this certain interest. yelena headed back to her room as her eyes started to feel a little drowsy from the day.
she walked through the dimly-lit corridors, she felt rather timid— something about this place was giving her a weird feeling, she decided to displace it, and dispose the thought. she flopped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling, sighing lightly. she got changed and brushed her teeth, she went to her bed and sat down, deciding to write a little story, she liked to do that, helped calm her- many times she's fantasised about writing her own books and maybe even making a living out of it. she noticed that a tall, lean figure was watching her as he stood against the door, smirking. she looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
"you left this. thought id return it, darling." adham replied winking.
"why thank you. really you could of just gave it this morning-" she answered with a smile.
"i see you write, might need to read those sometime." he replied and with that he left with a "goodnight.." escaping his lips. the females initial thought was absolutely not, she wasn't a fan of anyone reading them, well not yet atleast, they weren't proper reading material to her, she was perhaps a tad bit insecure, she'd rather have them perfected before anyone reading them.
later in the night
the brunette woke up in a sweat, panting heavily, she had a dream, horrors lurking deep in the house, yelena took a sip of water from the cup on her bedside table. she calmed down and put her hands onto her face as she brung her legs to her chest, sitting up. whispers flooding her ears- could she be imagining this-? "yelena..." their whispers seemed deafening. "we can see you.. we'll hurt you.." the voices replied, their voices poison to her ears, she rocked herself back and forth trying to go to bed, or atleast maybe this was a nightmare. her heart was pounding, a sheet of sweat glistening on her skin, she breathed in and out in attempts to erase the nightmare. the nightmare consisted of certain monsters lurking in the house, a ghost, a broken soul who she'd never seen before. she soon fell back asleep, whilst sitting up as she didn't have any intention of going back to sleep especially after her latest nightmare.
next morning
she couldn't sleep, she continually woke up constantly throughout the night, the voices filling her head, her eyes had dark circles underneath them, her beautiful olive, smooth skin now pale. she got up and got ready for the day figuring it was pointless staying here trying to catch a hint of sleep.
she went down to breakfast and decided to help the elderly women, she had to leave soon anyway, she can't stay here forever. "good morning, may i help you with anything?" she replied.
"oh morning dear, of course, come and help me with the dishes. rough night? " she asked smiling warmly.
"yeah, nightmares keeping me up all night." yelena answered chuckling to try lighten her mood.
"what were they about? maybe talking about them with relieve some of the stress." she suggested
the younger female started explaining the dream, she admitted that the older woman acted rather strange once she told her, as if she was trying to dismiss the conversation when she rather started it.
they kept their conversation going, yelena was fond of her, and her likewise.
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there wasn't enough much to do in the manor, rather than reading and playing in the fields. it soon became a regular habit of adham and yelena reading in silence outside, where the sun shone brightly as they sat on the grass. the girl would feel adhams piercing eyes glaring at her whilst reading, as if they read every thought, she'd actually convinced herself that he could once, she tried to ignore it. she never really realised it but he was attractive, his prominent cheekbones, his sharp jawline, he was fairly tall too, dark curly hair, a lean figure. though she had no particular feelings for him other than attraction she'd want to trace her hands along his cheekbones or braid his hair.
sometimes she'd get lost in thought when reading that she stayed on the same page for ages until she realised and shuddered at the thought and discard the thoughts. the brown eyed girl would sometimes notice a smirk playing at the boys lips as she did that, which made her suspect he could read minds, the thought scared her more than it should.
she often thought if he thought the same attractiveness she felt towards him, after all she could feel his glare upon her multiple times, but he's never opened up, he doesn't seem to trust her nor her has he even considered the female a friend. perhaps he studied her features, her long eyelashes, her hazel eyes, her rosey lips.
"can you read minds?" she asked randomly, it sounded stupid once she said it out loud.
"perhaps, what made you indulge in the thought?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"well you do realise i can feel you staring at me when reading, it's plainly scary." she replied flatly.
he chuckled, "you're interesting to watch, the concentration in your face, or the fact you seem rather lost at times, honestly what do you think in that thing you call a brain?" adham answered.
"hilarious." she replied simply before retreating to her books, well that certainly answered her question.
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