The first rays of dawn hadn't even touched the sky when Silvy stirred from her bed.
She blinked blearily at the wooden ceiling above her before letting out a long sigh, her thoughts once again centered around the same person who'd been troubling her heart for weeks now.
"Kyle…Why do I have to fall for someone like you?"
She muttered aloud, dragging her hands over her face.
She sat up, wrapping the blanket around her legs.
"I really tried everything to get over him. Avoidance, logic, even drinking awful human tea meant to 'calm the heart'—nothing worked!"
She groaned and flopped back onto the mattress, before shooting upright again, determined.
"It's not my fault. Elves are solitary. When we fall, we fall hard. If I'm going to be a fool, I may as well be a prepared one."
She tugged on her tunic, braided her hair quickly, and headed downstairs.
