He wanted… heneededAmara.
He needed to see her.
Needed to apologize.
Needed…
Would she forgive him?
Could she?
He pushed himself to his feet.
His legs wobbled instantly.
The room spun.
Walls tilted.
Voices became distant.
“Relax…”
Strong arms caught him before he hit the floor.
Darkness began swallowing his vision.
Two days. Two days since Rafael left her with Kaelith.
Amara swore she never felt this lonely in these two days. Though several people were coming in shifts during the day, she felt exceptionally lonely at night. There was a deep void in her heart that seemed to widen with each passing second. She missed Rafael.
And in the darkness of night, she’s once again thinking. Thinking of him. At this moment, when he was not with her. In the room where he left her alone. But what’s worse was the familiarity of the heartache.
Amara did not feel uncomfortable, but there was a sweet bitterness to this familiarity. Like she knew it from experience.
Tossing around the bed, she tried not to dwell deeper into the things and tried to close her eyes, butthesleepwasnowherenear.Eithersheshouldstoptakingnapsintheafternoonorshe should start taking sleeping pills.
And what was worse was this chilling breeze. The maid forgot to close the windows again. Amara pitied herself for not being able to get up and close them herself, but there was so much she could ask. Despite the blankets and plushies, she still felt cold. The cold sensations traveled from her feet to her spine, making her shiver again.
The cold mixed with her thoughts, leaving her wide awake once again.
Her thoughts wandered to Kaelith, whose room was just adjacent to hers. She contemplated if she should call him, but decided otherwise. It was past one in the night, and after what he had done for her, she didn’t want to be a burden to him.
Folding the blanket underneath her feet, she sat up and turned on the lamp. Grabbing the book, she was reading a few hours ago, she opened the page with a small peony bookmark. A small smile unconsciously crept over her lips. There was something so endearing about the way the petals held themselves, tightly as in fists.
Amara wondered if they feared their brief opening. Just like her. Like she had been holding her memories in a tight grip, she feared the loosening of these remembrances.
Her smile dropped. The memories….
Amara yelped at the sudden sound of the door opening with a squeak. Her heart leaped into her throat as she caught sight of the large figure entering the room. The light from the lamp cast shadows on his face, making his five-o-clock jawmore noticeable. The slanted greys of his pupils glimmered like black diamonds, captivating and deep.
“You’re not asleep?”Her heartbeat raced at his familiar voice. Kaelith stepped in cutting through thedarknesstillhewasunderthesparklingraysofthelight.Lookingupshemethisdark tanzanite eyes.
“Kaelith…” shebreathedout,herbreathhitchingashiseyeslookedherover.Therewasan inexplicable depth to his gaze that she couldn't comprehend.
Shehadn'tseenhimforthepasttwodaysuntilnow.HedidnotvisithersinceRafaellefther here. Now that she was seeing him wearing his signature dark clothes and the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up to his sleeves, it did something to her. Like her heart wanted to jump like a frog.
“I was not sleepy.” Amara cleared her throat averting her eyes from his intense gaze.
