When she left him in the middle of the night, alone on the street, Zephyr hung his head low.
"Don't... go, Elvirita,"
Emitting endless dejection, it hurt him too much when she left without listening.
Words he senselessly spoke to annihilate the sting of his soul ended up worsening his state.
He didn't mean any of those words.
He had no intentions of agonizing but apparently, he stabbed where it hurts the most.
"I… didn't mean to…"
Barely making a sentence due to the drunk and hazy perception, he curled his hand in a fist.
Following his sulky shadow, Delvin came out.
Holding Janessa like a bridal style and found his friend standing with an aching heart.
"Zephyr,"
Glancing over his shoulder sorrowfully, Zephyr murmured weakly.
"Delvin, look…"
Pointing his shaky finger towards the inn they were staying in, to indicate she walked away, he continued in a broken tone.