The week that Elsa was in day reporting passed faster than the first few times, though it was probably all in my head. In fact, I knew it was in my head.
The first many times, I was eager for her to return. This time I wasn't. It was as simple as that.
She had scared me, with that insane rage in her eyes. She scared me like the time she told me about the wings being ripped off her back and being sown on mine. Only...it wasn't like that time.
I couldn't really explain it, but when she had me pressed up against the lockers, yelling at me, it wasn't because she hated me. It was almost as though...she was concerned. Concerned about me.
And that scared me more than anything.