Plea For Peace.

The clock clicked at an unimaginably slow pace, feeling Elijah soundless bedroom with its constant ticking, and if it weren’t for the fact that the time was almost two in the morning and Elijah was lying soundlessly beside her, Amara would have gotten up and destroyed the fucking thing. She sighed, closing her eyes and burying her face in his chest. She wasn’t sure if she was frustrated, annoyed, or a combination of both, but either way, she didn’t like the way she was feeling. Sleep wasn’t coming, no matter how hard she tried. Instead, her mind was left with thoughts of the dinner and the things she had told him and to make matters worse, some of Tobias. His words replayed In her mind and the more they did, the more uneasy and disturbed Amara became. She sighed once again and turned over, hoping to find comfort in Elijah’s arms, but even that wasn’t working and the arms that once provided warmth for her now felt like regular cold limbs. Eventually, she gave up, getting out of bed and