59 Are you called Serena?

Esme watched the stubborn boy melting into her embrace like a ice cube melting into water. His expression turned so calm and refreshed one that it seemed like he hadn't been so relaxed over decades. The tight frown of his face was slowly disappearing changing into a steady one as his eyes were tightly shut.

Esme frowned lightly before reaching out her palm to wipe off the sweat from his forehead gently. Her fingers suddenly brushed through his hairs as she jolted sensing the thickness of sweat drops across his hairs.

Why was he sweating heavily? Was he having nightmares? He looked so afraid after waking up.

As the conclusions gathered up in her mind, Esme felt more and more curious towards his life. Her gut feelings were telling that he had been hiding some matters from her regarding his own life.