Emotions are strange.
They make us feel things we never expected ourselves to be capable of feeling.
"Viola, do you remember the time we first met?"
I asked her softly, not expecting an answer.
Viola stayed true to my expectations and didn't reply but I didn't stop.
"That day, it was Lyra's birthday and just because I ate her stupid cake before she could, she started chasing me with a rusty pole in the name of teaching me discipline and respect."
I leaned against the door as the faint sound of breathing reached me from the other side.
I took a deep breath after relaxing my body completely, letting my emotions guide me for the first time instead of some elaborate logic or efficiency.
"I was sure that day… that Lyra was going to kill me… so I just kept running around the garden."
I continued after a small pause.
"And then you appeared."
I let out a small laugh.
"You were a mess with tears and snot all over your face. Even your hair was tangled with leaves stuck everywhere."
