Melody

The candlelight flickered softly in my chamber, throwing dancing shadows against the tall windows as I sat at my writing desk, a quill in hand but no ink spilled upon the page.

The letter I had begun hours ago remained blank. Not a single word would come.

My thoughts refused to still.

They paced like caged wolves behind my eyes, relentless, and restlessly.

Elena.

Her name echoed in my head more times than I could count. Her image haunted me like a memory I had hoped to ...