Status: thank you.
The Sanctuary Beyond the Undergrowth
two
He said my name he said my name his
mouth
formed
the
word
.
“Elouise.”
This journal has been incoherent and oddly placed, but so was the name that danced on his tongue and slipped from his pale lips. The beating beneath my chest fluttered some [as did my eyelashes], and I knew my face had betrayed me and turned a bright pink.
It was stupid,
but I asked him to say it again.
mouth
formed
the
word
.
“Elouise.”
This journal has been incoherent and oddly placed, but so was the name that danced on his tongue and slipped from his pale lips. The beating beneath my chest fluttered some [as did my eyelashes], and I knew my face had betrayed me and turned a bright pink.
It was stupid,
but I asked him to say it again.