Amanda's heart raced. Her eyes opened to a familiar voice. When she saw it was Christopher, she felt the weight on her shoulders disappeared. She easily saw his handsome face despite the darkness.
Light only came through the window from the lamppost outside. Other than that, Christopher's home was fairly dark.
He did not have his wings out, and he wore a metallic-like armor on his chest. While his features remain striking, she could tell he had not had a good rest in days, base on the dark circles around his eyes.
At the sight of him, she cried instantly and embraced him fully, not minding the men that were walking past them.
"Chris, thank you for coming back," she said while burying her face in his neck.
Christopher was taken aback by her actions. Amanda never took the initiative to hold him, but while he was happy to feel her hold, he was concerned about the tears that she shed.
