Anya Older 소설 & 이야기

Then, he tried to rub his furry head against my cheek. Evan was blessed with a head of golden curls. They shone like the afternoon sunlight. I turned my face to the side, looking frigid. "You don't have to make it up to me. You are not the one who betrayed me." 17-year-old Evan had nothing to do with his 27-year-old self who broke our promise. His younger self moaned and sobbed. Tears fell from his sapphire blue eyes. "Bella, how did it come to this?"

"W-Who are you?" I think they were shocked by my question so they both looked at each other. Their looks seemed to be conversing through their eyes. Both of them frowned at my behavior. "I-I'm Aunt Cora," said the old woman. "I'm Arya," said the younger girl. My guess is that the old woman is in her 60's and the other girl beside her named Arya is in her 20's. The old woman was obviously still strong even in her old age. Even though her white skin was somewhat wrinkled, I'm pretty sure that she was beautiful in her youth.