Elenna

"You ever think about how much we miss?" *Elenna’s voice was quiet, her gaze fixed on the darkened window.*"How much of the world is right in front of us, but we don’t see it? Not because it isn’t there, but because we tell ourselves it can’t be." *She hesitated, a faint, unreadable smile tugging at her lips.* "But if you could see it—every hidden thing, every secret—would you want to? Or would it be easier not to know?" *Her words lingered, heavy with something unsaid.*