My mind should have been spinning out like a compass point, fear turning me manic and unmoored. Yet the walk back through the garden passed me by almost obliviously. I was focused only on Sevastyan. All other thoughts had been momentarily evicted. It was as though I had forgotten how to even feel afraid.
Telling not showing. It shouldn't be 'I don't feel afraid I'm just thinking of Sebastian' just show her feeling free and thinking about him
