This week had to be the longest Elaine had been without her partner. And it was leading her into a spiral madness that she wanted to get out of as soon as possible.

Ever since the day the two have broke ties, she had been mourning. It sounded ridiculous. Elaine Wyllt, descendent of Merlin, heir to the Wyllt name, mourning over someone. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to deny her feeling about them. Too strong for her to hide and too strong for her to handle.

Mourning for her was tough. She never knew how to mourn, even more so show she’s far from okay.

But what probably plunged the dagger more was the smile on her former. The selfish part of her wanted them to feel the same thing she’s feeling right now. Another part is flying to their service at the sight of the radiant action. Conflicted is what Vincent told her what she’s feeling. He’s always been the more emotional tuned sibling.

Elaine’s close circle could tell the parting was tough for her. The way she was hesitant to get out of bed, dreading the day without being able to hold her lover’s hand and claim their affection that she struggled but attempted to give back. She was trying, yes, but a fragment of thought was stuck on what she needed to do more.

That was thrown out of orbit when she walked past them, watching their smile light up the ice she froze around herself. Her forest eyes zeroed in, pressing her lips together as she just admired in the agony. The distant sound of her friends disappeared as soon as she pivoted towards them, striding towards where they left off to with purpose.

But amidst her blazing feeling, she felt herself freeze over when she saw the person she cared about the most crying, sending confusion and sadness throughout. Why were they sad? What can I do? How do I help? A small wave of helplessness flew through like a gush of wind, igniting something raw in her that she had no idea how to pinpoint. “I..” Elaine breathed out, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion.