It's a promise

Eleonor could already feel the blood leaving her face. She was pale when somehow managed to get into the taxi and return to the luxurious hotel where they were staying. Although the sun was not yet approaching the horizon, she knew that it would only be a few moments before it would appear. She repeatedly pressed the elevator button in her impatience for the safety of her sheets. But halfway there, she stopped in front of Lisette's room next to her own. The apartment number, 212, glowed on the gold plaque.

She doesn't hesitate to knock loudly on the door. Five more knocks, and Lisette opens the door instantly. Her messy brown hair and sleepy expression suggested that she had been asleep for hours, but surprise completely overtook her. “What happened?”

Eleonor enters her friend's room with great abruptness. Her fingers are buried in her hair. She slides her hand to her face. She gets her thumbnail caught in between her teeth. And bites down. Then takes a deep breath. “Get your things r