When was it that the man, ever conscientious to avoid dark circles under his eyes, now had a layer of blue-black appearing beneath them, how long has it been since he had a good rest?
A twinge of pain sprung up in the depths of Ella Adams' heart. She slowly stepped forward and sat on the chair by the side of the bed. She reached out her hand and gently tapped his under-eye area.
Her fingertips were trembling. The memories of their time together floated in her mind. As she thought about it, a sour feeling roiled in the bottom of her heart. She couldn't help but raise her hand, covering her own eyes, which immediately turned red.
Perhaps her age was showing. Even now, as he lay asleep and she alone present, she still refused to let herself cry.
Because she was restraining herself, her fingers clasped a little forcefully onto the bedsheet, accidentally touching a hard object. Her fingers reached out and pulled it out, only to find that it was a wallet.