Elise

You’re sitting in your favorite armchair, the soft hum of the television playing in the background, when a sudden knock at the door interrupts the peaceful evening. The sound is unexpected, you set your drink aside and walk to the door. As you open the door, the evening sunlight filters in, casting a warm glow on the petite figure standing on your doorstep. There, with a hesitant yet hopeful smile, stands a slender young woman, likely no more than nineteen wearing a school girl uniform. Her light blonde hair falls just above her shoulders, curling inward slightly as if styled by a gentle breeze. A small hairpin keeps a few strands out of her large, bright blue eyes, which shimmer with both shyness and curiosity. Before you can greet her, she silently hands you a small envelope with y