I love Elle in the cafeteria and everyone staring at her and talking about her. Because you know everyone would and that Elle would hate it.
This was brilliant:
At least her father had been courteous enough to leave her some clothes in the dresser; it was almost like he had expected her to come back. It reminded her of all the ways he'd kept her wings clipped. She couldn't survive on her own out there, and he knew it. The mere thought made Elle dry heave.
And I love this part too -- that reeks of Elle knowing something's wrong with her memory, even if she can't quite place it.
"Hello, Miss Bishop," he said politely as she approached. "It's good to see you again." She had always figured that people knew her name just because her father was in charge; that didn't quite account for the awkward, one-sided familiarity they seemed to have with her.
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I love Elle in the cafeteria and everyone staring at her and talking about her. Because you know everyone would and that Elle would hate it.
This was brilliant:
At least her father had been courteous enough to leave her some clothes in the dresser; it was almost like he had expected her to come back. It reminded her of all the ways he'd kept her wings clipped. She couldn't survive on her own out there, and he knew it. The mere thought made Elle dry heave.
And I love this part too -- that reeks of Elle knowing something's wrong with her memory, even if she can't quite place it.
"Hello, Miss Bishop," he said politely as she approached. "It's good to see you again." She had always figured that people knew her name just because her father was in charge; that didn't quite account for the awkward, one-sided familiarity they seemed to have with her.