Empathy, not love
Eve left the house early as usual and she filled water into a wooden pail before carrying it along with her. She went to the garden and dropped the wooden pail before making her way through the path that led to the river. As she made her way there, she could feel the slight cold wind that blew in her direction and she released a breath. When she neared the riverside, she stopped walking and looked at the figure that sat on the grass, staring at the river.
She stood behind and also looked at the river before she returned her eyes back to the person.
"Teacher," she called and her eyes remained on him.
Moon let his head down and he sighed before hitting his thighs. He soon stopped and let out another sigh again before getting up to his feet.
Eve wondered what was wrong with him. He didn't seem like someone who has got his bearing early in the morning. He didn't seem...fine.