<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine  Evens<br/><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br/>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br/><br/><br/>Elena watched him go, slightly confused as to what he was doing. But when when he brought back the brush she smiled lightly and took it.<strong>"Thank you. My hair is just such a mess...than again the rest of me isn't much better."</strong>she laughed as if it were a joke. But her shaking hands gave it away that she was clearly not joking. Elene started to brush her hair as he stood clearly lost in thought. She watched him for a moment and wished she could read his mind in this very moment.<br/><br/>She sat there for a moment trying to work through a knot in her hair. Finally she took a breath and looked up at him.<strong>"I can feel you thinking from here. Come on spill it Jack.'</strong>she said smiling even though she was a bit worried about what he was thinking of. She found herself so paranoid lately, was it the drugs or was she really picking up on something? Elena sat quietly waiting for him to answer, hoping he wasn't suddenly changing his mind.