Dylan
I'm looking at the woman with wide eyes.
It's like staring at the older version of Cassandra in fifteen years, the woman in front of me has piercing blue eyes, and is strikingly beautiful!
I'm lost for words. I keep gaping like fish until I manage to formulate a sentence.
" Who are you?" She smiles just like Cassandra.
" Elisa," her answer is simple. Elisa gets a red rose and puts it behind the ear of one of the little girls she was talking to.
" I'll catch up with you later," her voice is thick and melodious.
" But it's still hurting," A small girl complains. Elisa gets on her knees, the long blue dress she's wearing is covering her feet now. She blows on the wound then traces her fingers gently over the child's arms and like I witnessed many months ago from Cassandra, silver
