This Star-Like Solitude finished

Being pinned under the scrutinizing gaze of a random stranger after being thoroughly yelled that for no other reason than trying to help this same crying stranger was definitely not on her bucket list of march. Not on any bucket list, that being said. Seriously wishing she had just continued her walk to her beloved tree instead of standing there awkwardly, Elena took a sharp breath, shifting her stance from one foot to another.

Suddenly very self conscious about each of her limbs, and unsure as where to place them, she began opening her mouth before closing it again, interrupted by his blurted out compliment. "Oh," she froze, smiling, "thank you !" Her eyes were one of her favourite features, as they were the embodiment of a moment she adored - the moon reflecting on a still ocean. Deep blue, with freckles of silver embedded, they were different from any member of her family, which made her question their origins. "Yours are pretty as well," she added, after a second of tilting her head and analysis. They were a grey-blue, like a clear stream of water passing over rocky stones, or the color of a lake by a cloudy day. Lake.

Reminder that she actually had work to get done by the lake, under her tree, far from people. That last note was the most important. Straightening back up again, she smiled - again - awkwardly - again - and patted his shoulder. "Well, that was uh, nice, I should probably get going now. Work. Haha-" Just take the shovel and dig your own grave already, girl. Gesturing for her to go, she smiled, threw a thumbs up and pivoted on her feet.

That went well.

Luckily, her willow was right across the place, and the raven hurried there, praying to whoever was up here he would forget this interaction ever existed by morning.

Someone up there held definitely a grudge towards the moon-eyed girl, or at the very least was having the time of his life. The relief of finally being free for this painfully awkward conversation must have pushed her to rejoice a tad to early, as the brown haired boy called after her, cutting short to her escaping schemes. He was strong-minded, she had to give him that. Though persisting on invading her space when all the blonde wanted was to curl up with a nice book wasn't the brightest idea for someone very attached to their head. “Hey wait!” Shouted being her, and before she was able to even slow down her quick pace, he suddenly appeared by her side, matching her stride.

Slowing down, the raven pivoted and gazed at him, slightly frowning despite the crisped smile curving her lips. For the love of everything I hold dear- “Hey! You can’t just yet I um…I still haven’t fully made this right by you and I um…” Shaking her head, she motioned her hands for him to stop stuttering half-finished sentences, interrupting the semi-end of one as soon as given the opportunity, "Hey, hey, hey. As I said, you're okay. No hard feelings, you're good." The guilt that seemed to overwhelm him was touching, he truly did not seem like a bad person and the raven saw no point in holding this interaction over his head. The only thing she wanted was to walk back to her tree and cool down, a noble quest which happened to be constantly interrupted by a certain squirming boy.

Truly, the leather-bounded notebook was weighing heavy on her shoulder, and she was quite sure some ink had spilled over the assignement she had spent all eveni- oh no. All color drained from her face, as she remembered the limit date for that homework she had been postponing for the past week was, well, today. No no no no no- "Oh god," she swore, tsk-tsking at her own idiocy. "So sorry but I really have to run, BYE !" Finishing the end of her sentence barely below yelling, she started running away, praying she could still settle the whole matter in the library before begging her teacher to accept the late assignment.

"ELENA !" She shouted at his last sentence, feet stomping the ground as she faded into the distance, waving. "MY NAME IS ELENA CLARK, NICE TO MEET YOU!"