Chapter 59

[1750 A.C.]Elaine's POV

It was in the garden again, in that garden - the one with yellow flowers and white roses near a dome. There were tall buildings full of people circling around and the colored-haired lady was still sitting next to her.

"Tiring" she murmured as she threw her body back.

It was hard to tell if that girl was tired or just bothered by the conversations and the noise.

Yeah, she hated the noise, she hated people being around her...

"Still... she is here" I found myself thinking as those eyes that seemed to contain the immensity of the universe settled on me.

"How do you do it?" she asked me with her practically inexpressive face.

"What is it?"

"How do you keep smiling and being... perfect all the time?"

Perfect? Since when was I perfect?

Those words did not make any sense - and yet she stared at me waiting for an answer, for a miraculous recipe for "perfection".

"What? I’m not perfect... than..."