Shall We Move On?
Draven, who was seated at the window of his room, blinked his eyes, enjoying the view of the cosmos.
"It's beautiful…" Avelina's voice resounded abruptly in his head, and he averted his gaze to glance at the emptiness beside him. Of course, he recalls.
His crimson orbs flickered before gradually dilating as though he had recollected something. Quickly, he hurried out of the room and made his way to his master bedroom.
Reluctantly, he turned the knob and opened the door. Yes, he was meant to give her a hug. He agreed and promised he would do so to her every morning and every night before she went to sleep. He had forgotten, and only now had he remembered.
Could she be mad? sad, or maybe disappointed?
Draven let out a quiet breath and entered the room. He glanced at the bed to see Avelina under the duvet, facing the other side.