The sun had risen early, dragging Rosanna out of bed as if she was hoping to walk around that day. It was the first morning that Montana would wake up without his magic. Yesterday, he had told her everything that had happened, and she couldn't help but cry again after.
Luca decided to leave, and Mephisto was badly hurt that night. Mediis and her family had to return to their father, and Montana wouldn't get to meet his auntie again despite their reunion days ago. For Rosanna who had no one else but her mother before, she knew how painful it must have been.
What made her worry was that Montana never cried even after that. He only had this solemn look on his face most of the time, and he was spacing out more often than so. His supposed big, strong hands had limped into a gentle touch; his reliable aura vanishing into the shadows.
