"Your family wishes to hear your voice..."
The winds of the seas were loud and forceful. However, the youth with dazzling eyes of silver could hear nothing. His ears were absorbing those words, and his mind, torturously slow, processing it with all its might—heartbeat quickens. A strangling sensation imprisoned his heart, but a river of relief and disbelief pours into its emptiness. Moulin could not believe what he was hearing. His small mouth parted, but no words were spoken. Not even a whisper.
His family wanted to hear from him again? What does this mean? Are they... Did they want to talk to him about something? Perhaps, question him? To once again reprimand him, is that it?
Or...
Did they just want to know how he was faring?
Moulin's pupils quivered. His heart ached. His departure from his home was most painful. He acted so arrogantly and confident before he left. Do they hate him?...
Guilt filled Moulin's chest. Did he hurt them?
