noalaniwolf
The Hunter
Elinore slowly walked out of the ship and to her room. From her bed she grabbed a pillow and started to walk to the roof. The pillow was so soft...so incredibly soft... She sat down on the roof, her usual hiding spot, and just sat for a while. Her expression distant. She was in a state of shock. But who wouldn't be after a week of being held prisoner by a terrorist organization and being on the brink of death. She squeezed the pillow in her arms. So soft. So so soft....