Reconnection
Northern sat down on an exquisite wooden chair and watched as Eisha tenderly folded his clothes into a brown polished box.
Her face was somber, and she had uttered not a single word. He had meant to do it on his own, but she came into his room and took it from him.
Without any word uttered between the two of them, she had been doing it carefully and gently, internally working hard to keep a straight and determined face without breaking into tears.
Sometimes she would sniff, but the stronghold on her face did not break even in those times.
And seeing it happen like this, Northern had no idea what to do or how to react to it.
This caused him to be even more broken.
She finally finished, closed the box, and tapped it with a subtle smack of her lips.
"It's all done. You are all set." Her silvery voice ran out coldly for the first time since she came.